Sitting.

Prettily.

At this red brick window ledge.

Peering.

Down.

At the lonely world

This planet of cold, vacant people.

Who walk to

and fro

In a flow to catch time

Watching.

Them stare.

Curious, but no care.

Wondering, waiting.

Loving this diversion

From ordinariness.

I.

Am.

Reaching.

Out towards the stars

That seem

Cold.

But blink and wink

Acknowledging

My existence.

Stretching

My arms and neck.

I am tense.

I am resolved.

I will be..

My hair whipping.

Across

Past my shoulders

Ebony streaks and stripes

Adorn my smooth

Cold.

Brick wall

And recklessly waves like a

Dark, black flag.

My unfurled banner.

The wind teases me.

Flimsy, ghostly

whispers

That touch and caress,

Turn..

To slap my face.

My cheek stings in pink.

Do I imagine myself?

Leaping.

Weightless.

Drifting

Plummeting

For my fate

My life, my own...

Tunneling by gravity

And I smile.

Extend my arms to embrace

the friendly ground

since it has rushed up to greet me.