There was a time

when I dreamed of wind

and breezing through white clouds

leaving streaks in the sky

Looking below at a wide sprawl of

the world,

smaller than I ever thought it could be.

If only my body could turn light enough,

if my bones were hollow

or my arms were wings

From the sky I see dots,

I used to be one of them,

barely visible, scurrying about

as if nothing were more important

than the next destination.

Now, I'm much smaller than I was.

But my wings carry me far above everything

and everyone.

Yet, I still think of them

Everyday.

They no longer know me as I am now.