Leonardo Creates Wind

Inspired by a painting by Esao Andrews and a piece of advice I've never forgotten.

I guess everyone wants to fly, to feel
the wind ruffling their hair spread out behind them like
green land forms and blue oceans sparkling from below.
I'm no exception to this rule.
Flying
isn't something I'm unfamiliar with.
I've flown
in a plane or the time I fell off a horse and counted the seconds it took to hit the ground.
But have you ever just lept off a building and gone to China or some parallel universe
you didn't even know existed?
That's my New Year's resolution
to fly.

Like a hot air balloon tethered to the ground and someone comes along cutting the
umbilical cord and hearing the baby's scream
as she is lifted away from what she knows
someplace warm and safe
(mother Earth, the womb)
Drifting along and screaming because she's scared
to be seperated from her maker.
Look down at the wind carrying her away
gray-blue land forms and sparkling green water.
I want to realize that if you strip it all away,
expectations and clothing and lies and all that s**t,
you're left naked and pure and white.
Left like a child leaving her mother's womb
squinting to adjust her eyes to the light.
Let the wind carry me until I'm left with nothing
nothing except myself and my hot air balloon
letting go of everything and realizing that I'm holding on to the wind.
"if you don't learn anything from this life, learn and remember
the wind will take you home
even if you can't find the way yourself
the wind will take you home
and you will always survive."