Among The Clouds Poem by David Wood

In the silence of those
Soft white clouds under a
Blue sky I hang there.

Very quietly with a gentle
Breeze I am alone with my
Own thoughts.

Nothing betrays the silence,
Light hands in control, the
Wind in its silent respect.

I am a falling leaf, taking ages
To look for that safe spot to
Gently kiss the Earth below.

I can hear cars below and a
Rugby match taking place.
I pass a pigeon, then another.

Concentration fills the silence.
I need the wind to blow me a
Little bit further along, just a bit.

The ground comes up to say
Hello, I'm watching my speed,
Gently pulling up to slow down.

I am an eagle gliding, looking at
Where to place my claws. Gently
I kiss the Earth with softness.

Soft shudder, I feel a slight impact
Like sitting in a comfy chair as the
Glider enters its perfect stillness.