Dreaming

The clouds

One two three

steps along the bridge

The wind whips

strands of hair

vision impaired

Looking ahead my mother grasps the rope

she turns a quick smile

Fear of falling

blown away with a breeze

fingers tight to keep balance

The bridge

between us

and an endless below

immersed in a sea of white

The sky

no longer above but surrounding

this is what it feels like

to fly.

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