Flight Without Wings

When Egos Skate Sky High

Sweaty beads trail rosy hued cheeks,
as ankle-high chucks brace wobbly curvature —
eyes steadied on visions to impress,
unawares of time to pass.

Spinning wheels on a Sword & Skull,
clipping the lip of a quarter pipe coping,
as floral print shorts sail the air —
Sidelined jaws drop and stare.

Daredevil’s in the details,
release and catch that separation —
as my board and I parted ways, wingless,
on a flight to my concrete runway.

Predestined for smooth take-off,
landing a frontside air — slight detour,
crashing backside up in perfect execution,
no survivors left on board.

Brushing gravelly knees, wincing,
as humility stings more than scrapes;
when egos skate sky high, always remember:
a date with destiny awaits below.

Teary beads trail rosy hued cheeks,
as youthful spirit wings clipped —
eyes steadied on visions unimpressed,
awares of gravity’s will back to earth.

by-sanjay kumar shukla…….