September Sky

I stood one day
upon the caked earth,
a little girl with two braids
feeling the wind
sculpting my timid face,
and I just knew
I wanted to fly like a bird
into a timeless September sky.

today, I feel
the firm earth give,
crumble and vanish
beneath my very feet,
over and over again,
with every step taken,
while my skin quivers
remembering that dream,

perhaps Life listened,
choosing to bring me
that September sky,
by taking the earth
upon which I stand,
so my feet could grow, into wings.