Freedom Flight

Body grounded by a virus,

my mind begs a break from

Discomfort.

"Come for a ride," a peregrine falcon coaxes.


As I launch into the sky, 
"I'll be back," I say to my body.

Just a moment's 
ride, feathered

on the peregrine's

back.

A chance to watch the mock battle of fledglings.

From a peregrine's view,

I marvel at my body

as it maintains 
the pace without me.

One-foot-after-another

It continues to conquer

our challenge.

Renewed,
I slip back in

and off we go 

to breakfast.

Applause arises
from the sea.