I know I can fly,
just sometimes when the wind tugs hard
and I stretch out my arms so tight-
On the beach on a sidewalk hill in a field,
when the elation pulls harder
than the law of gravity and the beauty of what I see
makes my soul lighter than air
I know I can fly.
I have looked down on treetops in my dreams.
I have felt the terror of my breath torn from my body by the wind soaring so fast.
So I know
I can fly.