Have you ever flown?
What a wondrous feeling!
The wind whipping
Through your hair,
Knowing that you
Are the only soul in the air,
Your mind cleared
Of all thoughts.
But that was not
My experience.
I held on to that iron pole,
My strong arm muscles rippling,
As if it might cost me my life.
And it could.
The 100 mile per hour winds
Tugged at more that just my hair.
My face, arms, and legs
Felt like they were being ripped off.
My hands started slipping,
Sliding along the surface
Of the lamppost.
No,
No,
No!
I thought.
I can't give up now!
But the wind had other plans.
The wind bared its sharp teeth
And propelled me off the pole.
I screamed shrilly and loudly,
Like a little girl.
I flew,
For my last time,
Into the vortex
Of the hurricane.