"flight mode"
The higher they climbed, the quicker they blurred,
Wrapped in code and status conferred.
Juno sat still, mapped the ache,
Her descent revealed what ascent forsake.
A world within—a pulse, a thread—
Flight not above, but through instead.
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Thanks @Graham Sherwood 🌷both your response and Rolph David's together have really made this day for me. You are much appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
Good morning Rolph, thank you so much for sharing that! I am so glad that Juno has not been an opaque poetic allusion in your reading. And the way you framed her centrality in the poem has given me hope, real hope that there is poetry to be had still. Thank you again for opening up the depths of the heights. Have a great remainder of the weekend, RBK 🌷🌷🌷
Good morning Red,
I read “flight mode” as a contrast between the blur of upward striving—whether in tech, status, or escape—and the clarity that comes from turning inward and moving through experience instead of above it. The Juno reference sharpens that: she’s not just anyone sitting still, but a figure of power choosing descent over distance, trading Olympian altitude for human closeness. That choice reframes “flight” as immersion, not avoidance—a kind of sovereignty that learns more from presence than from height. It leaves me thinking that sometimes the truest movement isn’t in climbing higher, but in daring to go deeper. Great lines!
Regards,
Rolph
Loved this RBK. Lines 3&4 are excellent work. G👍
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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sun 10th Aug 2025 09:06
Thanks RBK.
Juno, is an ancient godess, a woman of many parts.
My interpretation of her picture is that she is guarding a liminal “thin place”; in Irish, the “áiteanna tanaí”.
When I’ve been walking in such a place, a landscape where earth sea and sky meet, I get a feeling of the “infinite”, of not being physically confined.
Perhaps that's how we humans developed a sense of spirituality?