her flight

on a whim
she puts on a helmet,
ties on boots,
straps a parachute
around her
thin frame of
bones and flesh,
pulls back
her hair, her fears,
and leaps out
of a plane
as it steadies over
a patchwork quilt
of green
and grey.
she even lives
to tell you on the way
home from orange
county,
empowered by flight
or falling,
and surviving
fright.
if only land
was that easy to
conquer.