Wings beating at the air,
pushing bodies from the ground,
intrigued me as a child.
Birds
Bats
Angels
Dragons
and other winged creatures
beckoned me to join them
through pages and fairy tales I held dear.
I wanted to be like them;
to have wings and fly
to places only imagined.
But life is cruel,
and I got my reality check
sooner than I was ready to let go.
I know now
that humans will never fly
with wings of bone
and skin
and feathers.
I am forever bound to the Earth,
this place.
And yet…
I still dream.