I Swore I Was Flying by Kyra Lisse

For a second there,
I swore I was flying,
for I could almost reach
the old oak’s peak.
But then I was falling,
and for that reason
I never did understand gravity,
or physics,
or anything academic,
but I’d like to say that I was flying,
because I couldn’t imagine a world
where the birds
had the upper hand.