Peter Pan Feels Himself for the First Time

[LunaDeLore]

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.

makeshift,

The title caught my eye, really. I love it. And I very much enjoyed reading this work. My only concern is with the last strophe; I don't like beginning with "and". I think you could drop it and go with something more along the following lines.

yank a carrot
from the earth
and wonder how anything
could be clean coming
from dirt.

Of course it's your poem and other than the last strophe I have no nits to pick.

Good work.

Luna