It was always simple —
	tip forward,
	feet rise from floor —

A sensation between
	tickled stomach and
	blushed face and
	levitate —

The trick was finding
	that feeling and
	letting it spread from
		chest to temples —

Once aloft,
	direction was effortless,
	speed erratic,
	and a view
		green and expansive —

My dream child flew alone,
	warm,
	safe,
	fearless —

I remember this well,
	with envy.