Peter Pan Feels Himself for the First Time

[makeshift]

Levitation was the training
weight felt in reverse.

I sit In the gray pixie
dust, its gold long gobbled
by the sun.

My green garb lets go
as if I'm a memory
It's held too tight.

I feel the breeze, the soil
the blood, and the pulse.
I feel my goblin 
the mischief, and the moss.

I feel the humidity, the summer,
and the naked heat. I feel my size
the glissando, and my heart beat.

I feel the rise and the rise and the rise
and the fall.
I feel the hunger

and yank a carrot
from the earth,
wondering how anything could be
clean if it came from dirt.