Saturday, June 12, 2010

Creativity Boot Camp: Day Seven (Fly)

Arms out
Eyes closed

She leans forward
Falls out the window

Wind rushes past her
Pulling back her hair

She opens her eyes
Ground fast approaching

She extends her arms out from her side
Lifts her head

She soars
Over the ocean of wheat

Her toes lick the surface
Cutting a wake behind her

A bridge stands disconnected
A perfect perch

She stands
Watching the gold dance in the wind

1 comment:

I'd love to know what you think.