I feel like a chicken, desperate to fly,
Furiously flapping wings while waiting
To feel the kiss of the air under my
Feet. I spend every second hating
The trap that is what I am, and the form
That keeps me forever tethered to dirt
And rock and grass, unable to transform
Into the beautiful creatures that flirt
With the clouds overhead. So I'll just crane
My neck and cast my eyes up to the sky
To watch your brilliant colors entertain
The sun, so far away from me, so high.
I know what I am. I know how I seem.
Just know that I fly with you when I dream.