Hanging

In the seconds before the plane’s wheels touch ground,

So much tonnage hangs in the air,

Hovering inches above the concrete.

A conquering of earth and sky all at the same time,

A time of magic like falling in love.

Resisting, longing, pushing back

Circling, spinning, dizzy with excitement

Holding on to the seat in anticipation

Of final surrender and                      

A return to Heart, a return to Earth

As the wheels touch down, I realize

I have been holding my breath.

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