What If

It’s a dizzying high.
Fast moving overwhelming
Flights of fancy, uncontrollable silliness
The warmth of the smile as it brightens the eyes.

Thoughts trample over each other
Subtle looks take on non-existing meanings
Past and Present conversations debate.

What if it doesn’t work?

The pain
The emptiness
The disillusionment

What if it does?

The joy
The wholeness
The possibilities

A whisper — what if…

Freedom Flys

Commercial planes taking off and landing does not stir the soul the same way military jets do.
There is something to be said with the roar of a military jet.
The sound of pride, of freedom, of sacrifice.

F-18s scream over head. Humans gather at the turning point to watch gray metal leave the earth and return.
Bombs strapped to the underside of the wings.

Nighttime sorties flare red and blue.
Tight formations over the deck — out across the ocean.
Precision in air — synchronized landings.
Practice for the inevitable not to happen.

I am protected.
I am in awe.
I am free.