Life

I'm aching to fly,
To spread my hands and touch the clouds,
To lift it up,
Off the ground
and just run.

I want smell the night,
Skim past the roads and past that last turn,
To hear the roar,
Of water rushing
and just feel.

I want to fall from where I stand,
Close my eyes and take one last look,
Step one, two, three
Not look
and just jump.


-Emily O. July 2009