For my grandfather – in the month of his birth

C-GOMS – his last call-sign

I am remembering

trips with my grandfather

beginning with breakfast.

Breaking through barriers of convention;

crippled conversation,

ceasing on “contact!”

Airborne, we were

a different kind of equal –

united by our enthusiasm

lost in our common altitude –

fearless; floundering only

when time determined

we must again touch down.

Then, tentative; tidying,

traveling home –

each one anticipating

the next time.

Nov 6, 2010 –

JR Lackie


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