Rush of waves of air 
Past the ears
Hot air rising 
Up and out the mouth

'Fix a basket below
Call out Here we go!'
Altitude whirring
Latitude stirring

Mending and lashing holes
Forgive me for not 
Holding you in my arms
Pulling lines and sandbags 

Forgot the sparkling
Though the water looks divine
Floating on a mystery tour
Riding a technicolour dreamcoat

Falling slowly
Seeking sure footing
More than I'll ever be
Landing softly in fields of gold