This is the opening poem from my forthcoming collection A Sense of North.
The secret of flying
The breakthrough is to stop thinking
about aerodynamics. Concentrate
on the immeasurable pleasures
of floating above roofs
and the open mouths of chimney pots
stems of road budding
houses, the rumple of fields
and, beyond, the dark spot of a copse
or how the river feels
up into its tree-lined tributaries.
And later, after that first step
the art of soaring on thermals
of passing over boundaries
a sense of north.