I’m happiest when I’m flying,
trying to stay aloft, crying
with joys – yes, that’s me
making that noise.
.
Riding the currents,
going where the mood takes me,
diving or soaring,
pouring my heart into the moments.
.
When I do land,
I stand, and look wistfully up,
to the heavens,
and yearn for when I am there once more.