Look out for me

Look out for me on that mountain top,
arms wide open, all ready to fly.
With newly found wings I dance and drop
while all the time I greet the sky.
 

Look out for me in your garden staring
without blinking for hours at the sun,
holding my breath and quietly declaring
that I shall be blind before I run.
 

Look out for me down by the river
on the other side from where you stand.
All muscles tight, not a single shiver,
I look at my feet, a rose in my hand.
 

One day I’ll come by the morning train
with a bag full of promises to unfold,
and as I step out into the healing rain
I will see no date on the ticket I hold.