I cancelled all appointments today
To jump off a high roof stories high,
To fly through the air with wild abandon
And to touch the sky with my outstretched hand.
A handful of cloud, an armful of stars,
An eyeful of sunshine, a cartful of Mars.
Still flying high above my own repose,
I dream of lives still yet to live,
Full of tall buildings from whence to jump;
‘Till moments collide, and I switch to ‘new’,
With nascent dreams and stories within my view.