Thrills & Spills

on Monday, April 28, 2008 at 5:32pm

 

The open window, a sky stretching out
Beyond the limit of the eye, going whether it needs
The birds, so happy, winging far, where they want

The newspapers and mags, all the daily rags
Carry tales of thrills & spills
What draws these men & women
To the rush of adrenaline; to them the mountains & the deep beckon
Heedless of the Time of Reckon

Xtreme sports, surf n snow
Safaris thru forests afar
Sailing through the air, life on a line
Trippin a rope 'cross the Grand Canyon
Running with scissors, wrestling bears
Throwing rocks at the neightbourhood grouch
Dragging crocs around by their tails
Playing footie with a pride of lions

The more adventurous of these, those cavaliers
Marching, unthinking, into marital un-bliss

These all I admire, their adventurous lives
and sit beside my window plotting;
Planning my days, my own adventures
Fuelling my imagination with vivid pictures
Travel guides line my bookshelves, postcards my walls
I dream of frostbite & broken ribs

The Lord hath saith- keep awake & watch
& so too, I say to you
watch for the Day when my name's on the Net
When the feats of the little kid in the wheelchair,-
Sitting by his window; dreaming great dreams
- are known the world over, & till then, adios!