Of the hundred thousand planes that will leave the earth tomorrow
There will be one on which you will stow
One on which you will go
to the sky
and to your dreams
and to the rush that you crave –
But for God’s sake, Dave.
It’s true – I wish you had stayed
a tiny wee armful
who I first knew by the feel of your foot;
who I first met that day in Camperdown,
when in my arms they gently put you down;
(when on that same day they finally said you’d be ok);
who’s first look for my face
left no space
for anything but the sensation of giving all of me over to you –
And look what you do: you take my heart and my throat and all my new grey hairs and you jump out of a plane.
For God’s sake, Dave!
But you know I think you are crazy and wonderfully brave.