Parkour

When they go aerial

become like a bird

deny gravity

imagine wings like Icarus

Flipping, soaring

swerving in air

like a falcon diving

in fascination

leaning towards

a running

chase

I wonder what carvings they

leave in the air marking

territory for

winged ones

Eventually they fall

however waxen wings they

have not placed

upon their body,

landing with wisdom of birds

who practice earthly

martial arts

Remembering

legs they swerve and verve

their way back

to soil softly she

embraces them