Adam

They raise their chins for Adam;
Adam disrupts their idiomatic thoughts,
Lifts the stormfronts from their brows,
Casts rays of sunlight, blinding them
With joyous contemplations.
A weightless wraith, he brightens a room
Like a glowworm lantern, a gossamer torch
That diffuses gladness.
I hear he skydives, too,
Daring earth to abort his flight,
Imploring air to bear him up
A moment longer. His pinnatifid body,
Feather-light, wafts him wherever
Desire lies, even to this
Dim, dire bar,
Where, circling on angel-feet, not wings,
He becomes our aeronaut.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I enjoyed your work, the description of skydiving was remarkable. You gave it a very divine action of flight. Thank you for sharing your work.