Dreams of Flight

Lying on top of the fresh new grass, dandelions gladly cushioned my head I chewed a grass blade soft, young and sweet, wishing I could stay in my bed The dishes piled high no one cared, kids eyes glazed from too much gaming the ants were well fed , the dog hungry.. not dead, yet when I said “what a mess!”, I heard blaming I pondered and wished I could stay here all day and wondered if they would notice or even ask why? The pale sky whitish blue the sun had a hue, the bugs biting my neck, I sighed I jumped up and yelled "that’s it, let them sit!” I’ll fly away on the tail of my kite if I could just get the right breeze; I would lift off my feet the neighbors would just think what a sight! “Oh for sure she’s lost it!” they may murmur with glee just watch and see how far she gets with that wind Just a girl with a kite whose head was not right, certainly both of her knees will get skinned As I ran and I huffed my lungs sure did puff, with one great leap I was high in the air From above high I could see, a world smaller than me and then I thought “Wait take me back, I do care” As I glided back down, feet touching no sound I was back where I knew I belonged I lay back down on the grass, no one noticed or asked The day I flew the coop… but didn't stay gone. Written May 07/2015