Walking on Air
This freakiest of Fridays,
The world's turned upside-down.
The sky is emerald overhead
And blue grass coats the ground.
Now, jumping feels like falling down
And falling feels like flying,
So c'mon, physics, do your worst;
I'm gravity-defying!
The world's turned upside-down.
The sky is emerald overhead
And blue grass coats the ground.
Now, jumping feels like falling down
And falling feels like flying,
So c'mon, physics, do your worst;
I'm gravity-defying!
This poem is copyright (©) Jacinta Patterson 2024
About the Writer
Jacinta Patterson
Jacinta is a wife, mother, teacher, lifelong learner, and picture book writer. The eldest of six children, she grew up in a loud, loving home in south Jersey. She now lives in Massachusetts in the land of Little Women and Walden Pond. First-generation Egyptian-American on one side and Philadelphia Irish-Catholic on the other, she believes in the beauty of the melting pot.