half way home

we filed for a flight in sunshine
and flew in the crisp morning air.
with mountain peaks above our horizon,
we entered coordinates - direct home

then the sky fell and the ground rose
while we delighted in screens of data
the clouds washed over us
and we were refreshed and unafraid

for a grand complexity
contains our danger -
a fusion of effort and imagination
transports us safely in time.

we are most alive when at the edge -
and most appreciative when amazed
.
on the birthday of a friend who loves to fly and whose imagination extended safety by developing a new avionics system..
  1journey.net     feb 2006 elias