Take Off by Michael Gallagher

Before this, he toddled,
bounced off stools, bumped off chairs,
staggered around the room,
grabbed the tangible,
grasped the abstract,
scary gap between
him and
his come-to-me Mum.
Tonight, an airport lounge
offered scope, the space to probe
new limits - no limits.
Of a sudden, he had taken off:
taxied between mock marble walls,
scampered across terrazzo floors,
scrambled along alluring aisles,
played the gallery,
swerved, steadied, stopped,
swaggered into childhood.

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