At last, I know now what it's like to touch the sky,
and I want down.

Brisk breezes turned to burning gusts of
wind that hurls me up, sideways, and upside down.
Clouds I hoped to float on now weigh on me;
hundreds of droplets pummel every patch of my skin.
They should slow me but
I just keep going up.

Like a toddler lifted by a stranger,
my feet dangle and clench and spin,
preparing to learn how to step on air.
The trees have turned to weeds
and I'm no longer afraid,
just tired.

Perhaps whatever mystifying physics brought me up here will,
at some point, land me down.