Maizie’s heart-shaped blackbox
Held a myriad of song
Nia’s notes on feathery approach
were accompanied by classical music
She’d say it gently like she were right there
just over your shoulder leaning
on your ear
What would you tell the world
if you were floating down
Fluffy like snow or slowly
in a misty rain
evaporating
Like an aerobellia in a borrowed spacecraft
spreading her wings?
Landing this thing is like
Pushing down daisies for Ferdinand, Kid
Easy with the throttle hand
This ain’t a helicopter
Breathe it in
& glide & flare & flutter if you must
Footwork, footwork first
Postmarks, X’s, the spot
Hover with grace
Just before you set it down
Be graceful on the pedals
Be grateful for the sound
& Remember, Kiddo, look around
When you hit the ground running
Or rolling or rocking or
Whatever it is you do,
Be Kind; don’t be kindling.
Like footwork,
Kindness is key
(you know this innately)
As Nia likes to say, It’s always Interstellar Kindness Day somewhere.