30 Days: "Night Flight"

NIGHT FLIGHT

by Neil Hughes

When it’s hot hot hot, and the day is done,

The lights turn on at the skatepark,

Where the night flyers come one by one,

To take flight in the light of the skatepark.

And I think how we mimic the movements they make,

That we try to fly, in the light of the skatepark.

So I watch the night flyers, while I prepare for my moment,

To take flight in the light of the skatepark.

First the Nighthawks

Bank, swoop, and glide,

Swoosh,

Swoosh,

Whoosh.

And our parents are flying,

In the light of the skate park.

In the bowl

They swoop, bank, and glide,

Swoosh,

Whoosh,

Grind.

The bats come next,

With short bursts of speed,

Quick

And light

And fast.

And my friends are flying,

In the light of the skate park.

Through the street course

They Ollie with short bursts,

Quick,

And light

And fast.

The last night flyer--the great horned owl,

With long drawn out strokes,

Rises up on broad wings

To perch on the post for a moment.

Now I am flying,

In the light of the skate park.

I bomb-drop the pool,

Pump down to the bottom.

At the top, I rise up on my board

To stall only just for a moment.

I can fly without wing,

Feather,

Or wind,

All in the light of the skate park.

Copyrighted 2009 by Neil Hughes; author retains all rights to the story