My current mode is temporary.
Roller coasting (which I’ve never liked)
waiting
for it to be fast, exciting, terrifying
for being thrown for loops
and right-side-ups again.
The sooner my car tips off the edge,
Od m’at I fly
Leaving behind those with whom I’ve launched, laughed,
hands held
From whom I’ve learned
I can’t calculate the hows of my goodbyes
or whens or ifs?
Who knows how tight our cars are bound
once the ride starts up again?
Damn, would you take a look at the view from up here?
Od m’at, the camera flashes
We all, forever grinning in a
snap
worth a million words and the wait.