Up in the Air, Heaven in My Hair

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Gradually, like the end of a brushstroke stretched for a thousand miles,

the Great Plains rise to mountains 

across strawberry fields and out to sea.

From a privileged, floating perch

I can see the world come back together

as Winter covers the lines we have drawn between us.

Every religion, every color and gender

is touched by the same invitation.

Subject to the winds, like everything else.

Flight carries a unique perspective

and the descent, in me, 

anticipation.

For we are human.

And I yearn to see this vastness inside people,

to walk with heaven in my hair,

To travel and to question,

not for answers,

but simply to explore.

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