For a moment,

I’m a bird

flying gracefully

 

The board,

is my perch.

I fly again

 

The cycle is fun,

I’ll never stop.

Even if I only fly for a second.

 

As try as I do,

I can never fly long.

Still, I continue trying.

 

Reality comes back with a splash,

literally.

My flying is diving.

 

I clamber up on my perch,

Getting ready for a moment fly,

Except this time the word flips.

 

Now rotating between flying and flipping,

I dive.