Wings

A tall silver trailer
In my backyard
When I was a little girl
I wanted to fly
I figured out
How to climb
Up and up
To the top
Of that silver trailer
Pacing left and right
I wanted to fly
Let the wind
Get tangled in my hair
Lingering on the edge
I stood there
Content
With sun teasing my face
Confident, unaware
Of gravity
Hesitant for a moment
But patience taught me
To enjoy the view
Of neighborhood of rooftops
I wanted to fly
So I jumped
Off that silver trailer
Soared with arms open
Then fell
To the ground
Feet landed first
The ground jolted by body alive
Crouched there for a moment
For I had flew
Smile collected along with bruised palms
Hadn’t been afraid
For I knew the ground
Would catch me
I laughed and danced
For I had flew and found freedom
Collected rooftops upon my descent
I never regretted finding the ground
Or thought
It was a hindrance to be born with legs
And not wings