Lift Off

I feel at times that my stance is awkward...  
 
I lean precariously from one foot to the other  
  
Tilting slightly higher as I lean in Pisa's wake  
  
Seemingly uncertain of whether to fall or stand, I rest here for a moment and crane the distance between the ground and me.  
  
Hopeful yet motionless,  star-struck in limbo  
  
Waiting for.a breeze to brush past or even stop and say "Hello"  
  
But I fear that if it did, I might just float away...  
  
Carried on high like dust in the wind  
  
No longer rooted to the ground
 
I take off!   It's time to go!    (for good this time)  
  
I am finally free.  
 
I  lift off  without a sound
   
   
Written and published by Nameless_Traveler   -- Andrew Frans Robert Kerklaan