August 7, 2012: Monkey Bar Travels

I wish I could reach the sky
Grasp the clouds with my fingers
And swing across the world
On the monkey bar clouds
The blisters would tell me how far I’ve come
How far I’ve gone
Oh, what fun it could be
With a hint of danger it becomes
Exhilarating.
A challenge.
To see dreams come true and possibilities revealed
To uncover the line between
What you can do
And what you will do
Can you push through the exhaustion?
Will you dare to swing higher than you ever thought you could?
Then you must also wonder
If you ride too far among the clouds
Does it become harder to go home.
As much as monkey bars smile you
The first touch of ground homes you
Nothing is better than
that first grain of dirt
Between
.
your
.
toe
.
s
After flying on air for so long.