I am grasping the art of flight.
It might be a different method
than you think,
no machinery or wings required.
I prep the airy path
behind my eyes and down the throat’s runway;
the pre-flight check
is buzzing and complete.
A magic air strides through my lungs.
I take my leave of the common and mundane.
I greenly fly. I’m more alive
I land next to you.