©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Sometimes on a windy day
I close my eyes and fly away.
I float with leaves upon the breeze,
then skitter around the lofty trees.
I hop and skip from yard to yard
and frolic down the boulevard;
until, at last, my journey through,
I find my way back home to you.
If you liked this poem, you might enjoy reading The Air Mattress.