Thirty-Two

today i was sitting in the air
above the mountains

it wasn't hot up there
winds blew at me from all directions

i sat on a polyester seat
no one to watch but me

if only those children could fly up there sometime
that's all they really want

take a break from the crying biting and screaming
hair-pulling and fist-beating

escape the no's and those choking walls
fly up somewhere where no one is trying to understand them and getting it wrong

no ground beneath their feet no chair to sit still in

that's all they really want