For the visually challenged writer, the image shows a man riding a bicycle on a bridge and there are tall buildings that are partially or mostly obscured by thick clouds reaching down to the ground.
Growing wild, running through cornfields
Gran said my feet were on the ground,
My head up in the clouds
Lying in a field one day,
I wondered how that would feel.
The warm earth pulled me into a dream,
Where I lived in a city in the clouds
I tried telling myself to wake up.
I was dying to tell gran how it feels
Inside the cloud. It felt amazing.
I need to let her know there is no problem
Having your head among the clouds
Please wake up. I pinch myself
To burst the dream like a balloon
I guess gran was right
My head was in the clouds
Now my feet have joined it there
I hear myself screaming now
Please, wake up!
© Anita Dawes 2021