An impulse sets me off.
My legs — young, tan, strong —
fly over the pavement,
the air a cool kiss on my cheek,
filled with the first warmth of spring.
My shoes wear golden wings.
Past plots of sprouting grass
fenced with green-stained wood.
Past a playground alive with children — 
their shouts and joyful screams. Past 
the park, lit with sun this early morning.
Full of youth, of life, fastest
runner on our block, I feel
wind of my own making
blowing back my hair, free —
ah, freed to fly with me.

© by Mary Lou Taylor.
Used with the author’s permission.