The sport of gliding takes a lot of patience.
The first part: to wait in a queue,
which leaves no room for any reclamations,
it simply is the pilots‘ equal due.
Keeping the balance stresses nerves for the duration
of being pulled along the runway when you roll.
But once you glide without a limitation
your sense of freedom gives you back what patience stole.
You glide in thermal spirals and enjoy
the feeling of a sailing bird of prey.
Down on the earth you leave things that annoy
and just forget what other people say.
You focus on the panel and keep checking
how high you fly and if the wings are stable,
make sure you have the other gliders‘ tracking,
but give and take „elation“ is the label.
