Hot Air

It could have been a flight of crims

But boldness beat the Monarch’s whims

And saw a Marquis in the air

With valiant de Rozier.

The Laws of Physics hold this gift;

When things get heated, we get lift.

Crowds hotting up.  They’re on the rise.

The Social Aviator’s prize

Comes at a price.  Agitations

Create distance.  Atoms.  Nations.

So are we Men or molecules?

Perhaps we’re both.  Perhaps we’re fools.

Perhaps we shouldn’t aim too high –

Look up, not down, from that Big Sky?

We could try sideways and sustain

Another’s loss as our own pain,

So on our journey we might see

The sight worth seeing:  You as Me.