I had that moment

when the bell rings

and you’re free

so for the first time since morning

I had the sun on my back

and my feet on the ground

when the purr of an engine

turned my eyes and my mind skyward

catching the tail of a

tiny silver bird 

gathering my stray thoughts

behind it like balloons on a string

as it lumbers away from me

defining some lazy trail

turning across the Sun

this silver bird flashes red

bursting my balloons with its percussion

scattering my thoughts across the sky

like marbles from a shattered jar

leaving me standing mindless

in the glow from the fuselage

in the field

in the moment

in sharp clarity of vision

yearning to bridge the airy gap

between myself 

and the silver bird.