Wind
I'm airborne
down the street
just a black raincoat
It is windy, gusting
others resist
Garbage bins
And I are
Pushed along the road
loving it
Exhilarated by the
power of the wind
gripped by a larger will
not my limited drives
the freedom of weightlessness
no wonder Icarus so longed to fly
to escape the bonds of gravity
like a bird, to soar on the winds
not be a creature of gravity
crawling on the earth
as always