The iconic scene from Twister,
the cow getting blown around,
missing our protagonists and 
landing, well we never find
out where. Can bet there are 
some broken bovine bones involved.

They say you can fluctuate two pounds
during a day, depending on when
you’ve eaten, what your activity
level is. I have tested this theory
with our bathroom scale, going between
whether it hates me or it really hates me.

There’s nothing pinning me to the ground
except gravity. I like a wide open sky
and rolling hills, have even went driving
in the mountains of Colorado to be
that much closer. I have a fear of heights 
if I look down, but not up and out.

I wonder if I lose weight, if I’m 
more likely to be taken by tornadoes.
I might want those extra two pounds
then, or maybe, if I’m sucked up,
I can appreciate the view more than a cow
until my weight comes back, the sky

no longer accepting me.