Paragliding

During a ride on a para-glider

Silence thunders,
dwarfing ripple of silken sail,
King of the sky,
yet impossibly minute
in the grand scheme of things.

Soaring-
by the hand of God
held high;
Perspectives shift
as much as the wind.

Silence echos
across the horizon,
throughout this personal why.
The currents, liquid air,
moving towards the inevitable.