Wingless Flying

Knowing just the taste of flying without wings

Have you ever wished you could fly?

Just to lean forward and sore across fields and through trees?

I have never flown, but I’ve come so close

The wind on my face blows a smile onto it

My hair rips behind me, taunting the still air

And I forget to breath

I sit motionless as we soar

The only thing keeping me grounded it that invisible string

Binding the two of us together

Sometimes I spread my arms

Imagining them as the wings that would push us up

Up, and up

Until we are truly flying

But then we slow

No longer losing that one connection 

to the earth

When we stop

We are both out of breath

And walk a bit quicker

Tempting each other 

To taste the wind 

Once more