Imagining

Driving with the windows down-
sweat sticking where
the wind can't reach.
Hands in the air
current and
head in the clouds,
imagining how it'd feel
to have wings.






Something that I've always imagined.

Feathers

the wind pressing between my fingers, pulling
like someone eager to show me something
beautiful, makes me wish they were feathers
and i would be riding the thermals, nearer
to the clouds and
to the sun
and God.






walking down the sidewalk on a windy day, just nonchalantly open your hands and spread out your fingers- feels amazing.