Outside my window
I trip,
grabbing for grass
but missing-
the blades just outside my reach.

And then
I fall
up
into
the sky.

Gravity no longer holding me back-
sailing past housestreesskyscrapersgeeseclouds
(Too fast, I'm going too fast)

Screaming all the way
("OhGodohgodohgod...")

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.