Takeoff (for Gavin)

Nervous like a

Hatchling about to

Leap we met

And over wings

And beer we

Laughed told stories

And oh yes

Kissed just thrice

Softness and moist

Time stopped then

In that place

And while others

Saw they cheered

In their own

Quiet way like

That mother bird

Applauds hatchling takeoff