Wings

The sun shone down on my face
this morning while I was walking
bare foot on the freshly cut grass.

It welcomed me...
each soft blade carressing my skin,
the intoxicating scent of everything
living around me and under me.

Closing my eyes,
I spun in circles and smiled...
Held my arms out like wings.

I thought surely I'd have taken off
up into the sky and floated amongst the clouds
if you hadn't grabbed my toe
at the very last second.