Outside my window
grabbing for grass
the blades just outside my reach.
Gravity no longer holding me back-
sailing past housestreesskyscrapersgeeseclouds
(Too fast, I'm going too fast)
Screaming all the way
Hands reaching for something,
anything to keep me tied to earth,
air whistling through my fingers
as I howl for a savior.
Finally, I enter the deep black abyss of space.
With twinkling lights,
a massive ball of fire and
a bowl of lumpy milk.
And I forget to be afraid,
opening my mouth to gasp in wonder-
but there's no air.
I can't make a sound.