I'm lost in the momentum of my bike
Lost in the sound of the wheels
Against the blades of grass,

I let go of the rusty edges and
Balance my weight on the saddle,
The wind pushes against me and
Infiltrates the holes in my shorts,

Yet they do not leave me cold
As I'm embraced by the warmth of the sun

My hard-sole mocassins in equilibrium
And my heart guiding the way,
I am lost yet not astray

As I launch into the sky,
The sugarcane field is the runway
My straw hat is my helmet, and
My arms are the wings

I should be milking the cows
Not flying freely in the sky
Don't tell my father, solemnly swear
That this remains between you and I

Entry for GoddessRealms prompt contest.