Brown eyes looking up
Up far beyond what the physical body can reach.
It's an ache,
      a desire,
      an instinct,
To push off from the ground
And leave the familiarity, the everyday, the normal.
Do what no one else has done before.
Do what comes naturally -
Fly.
Wind touches body
Temporarily.
Two feet still touch dirt.
Brown eyes looking up
Up in the sky birds dominate with infinite power.
It's an ache,
      a desire,
      an instinct,
To push off from the ground
And leave the earth behind.
Go to the familiarity, the everyday, the normal.
Do what everyone else does.
Do what comes naturally -
Fly.
Wind touches body
Temporarily.
Why can't she fly?