I rise on the highest of concrete skyways,
steel horse ascending into the pale blue.
Other racers fall away, and leave me running alone.
It quiets, and there is only the silence,
the champing of my metal steed,
and me.
I can see to the horizon,
I cannot see the stretch of buildings,
or the cluster of cars.
All I see is sky,
and a tide of clouds breaking on mountaintops,
brown and gold and dark dark green.
I feel the speed at which I climb,
and think, in a moment,
I almost could fly.