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What Matilda Wanted

September 26, 2022 Jeff Reed

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What Matilda Wanted

Port Matilda, Pennsylvania



Given the choice,

I would rather

float than fall


through life, Abbas 

Ibn Firnas

over achieving Atlas,


kite on a string

than a swinging

wrecking ball, 



all of that 5o-foot wingspan,

nothing of dense silica.

I’d rather hover



than hurtle.  Gravitas

is overrated, muscle 

an albatross.



And while the brick

boasts such endurance

under pressure,



over air it is out

of options, 

plummeting



like a scandal, like

a Wall Street sell-off,

a suicide note



found after the

fact. A feather, 

however,



has time, oscillating

in the uneven descent,

to take in the view,



to consider what there

is to do. A glider

riding the ridge lifts 



bellowing up Bald Eagle’s 

flanks can stay aloft

for hours on end



without an engine,

without fuel,

skimming atop



the troughs of air

like water striders

tiptoeing across



Laurel Run. Forge 

me magnesium

instead of iron, 



ballet shoes over 

steel-toed boots,

translucent skin 



on brittle bones.  

I reject the 

rolling stone, 


the packed gunpowder

in the chamber

of power,



the concrete 

divider at the split 

in the road.



If you must name a town

after me, forego

adjectives


that might not come true.

Cut me in half with

a railroad track



that takes away as

much as it brings back

in the easy manner of wind.


Pin my legacy on

a small Gypsy Vanner,

and I will be happily



carried along in 

the shadow of mountains

away from the asphalt



of aspiring cities like 

Pittsburgh and Philly.

Instead of a mantle,



a basket of apples. 

Better than an Esquire’s 

heavy overcoat,



give me instead,

won’t you, please,

Mr. Rogers’ sweater.



NOTES


Abbas Ibn Firnas is credited as the first human to achieve sustained flight. In 875 AD at the age of 70 Firnas constructed his own flying machine with a bamboo frame, covered with a silk cloth and sewn-in eagle feathers.  Witnesses say he stayed aloft 10 minutes but had a rough landing in which he was injured.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWyphm72Tq4



50-foot wingspan: Glider planes can have different wingspans according to class.  The Standard Class wingspan is 15 meters or 49.2 feet (from the FAA Regulations handbook).



Dense silica: The McFeely Brick Company, started by the grandfather of the famous children’s TV host, Mr. Rogers, had a plant in Port Matilda until 1958.  They made vulcan silica fire bricks for the inner lining of glass-melting furnaces and incinerators.



Bald Eagle’s flanks: Seven or so miles from Port Matilda stands Bald Eagle Mountain. Its geography is well-suited for created ridge lifts, making it a prime spot for glider flying. At the base of the mountain is the Ridge Soaring Gliderport.



Laurel Run is a tributary of the Lackawanna River than runs through Port Matilda.



Magnesium is one of the lightest commercial metals, while iron is one of the heaviest.



Railroad track: Port Matilda is built along the Nittany and Bald Eagle Railroad, a line that is part of the North Shore Railroad System.



Gypsy Vanner: A few miles of east of Port Matilda the Buffalo Run Farm specializes in breeding and raising Gypsy Vanner horses. http://www.buffalorunfarm.com/




A basket of apples: famous in Portilda is Way Fruit Farm featuring a wonderful variety of fruit harvests, not the least being apples. https://www.wayfruitfarm.com/seasonal-fruits




Esquire’s thick overcoat:  In 1850 Squire Clement Beckwith formed the town-plot of Port Matilda, naming the fledgling town after his eldest daughter Matilda. The title of Squire recognized his role as a Justice of the Peace for many years.



Won’t you please:  a nod to the introduction song composed and sung by Fred Rogers for his children’s TV show Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood. https://misterrogers.org/videos/wont-you-be-my-neighbor/

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