Humming of the Rotors

Humming of the Rotors

A Poem by Different Wings

As we do every morning
we pumped, and then stretched
in a circle
on our sleeping pads
even though we likely could have
used the ground, as it was neither
gravelly nor damp
We walked far
from our tarps, not a hike
but enough to catch the sun's rays
stumbling across iced rock
leaping over the snow-driven streams
and through bristly grasses
we, ready, nearly, to awake
at the call of today's Leader
and behind us rose the mountains
Last night,
although so late it was really this morning,
we woke to the flapping
hum of rotors, above our tarp
the urgency, calls to come assist, haze
we spread out and listened to the men
give orders, professionally affable
we carried him
over bumps in the ground that felt
like mountains bursting
from the core, halted
before each canyon, cautioned
those fighting feet in wake
each boulder, patch of worry
systematic we all convey
past the warm place
the kind we gather every morning
but unlike any any, morning without
our friend.

© 2013 Different Wings


Author's Note

Different Wings
Written October '12
Don't worry, no deaths were involved.

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