Watch Hannah and her pals prance upside down,
A ring a rosie hurtle towards the ground,
Captured in mid joyous moment, aloud,
Flip the photo, whoop as they dance on the cloud.
Adrenaline fueled these are not junkies,
But true escapist surrender monkeys.
Up there where nothing else truly matters,
Except fragments of fun as time shatters.
I get it, the buzz, honestly I do,
Understand what it is to fly anew.
How could sky divers ever get enough,
Such magical frolics, this is good stuff.
No wonder they fly, again and again,
Away from the world, from Covid, from pain.
I’d love to join them, in envy I am,
As I see their photos on Instagram.

Harry Rogers, In The Red Bedroom, 1st December 2020