I waited for the palm tree to grow tall
So, I could climb.

Soon I am up the tree and jumping into the clouds
Breathing the air,
Smelling the salt from the ocean below.
I feel the weightless cloud holding me up.
Today I will float on its resting rain.

But for now, I try to imagine what
I look like to the birds soaring high,
My watch shimmering through the white mist.