Three short lines, no punctuation, and all of them questions the speaker seems to be asking quietly of themselves. The title, "Solo," sets the scene: someone alone, thinking about learning to dance. But the poem is less about steps than about what might happen to the speaker if they take that risk.
The first worry is about disappearing. If the speaker moves freely, will the wind "lose" them in the garden? Movement here feels both tempting and a little dangerous, as if letting go could mean being swept away or becoming hard to find. The last line turns hopeful, and a bit odd. Could the speaker become "a third wing"? That image suggests something extra, perhaps a part that doesn't belong to any ordinary bird, yet might add lift.
The mood is tender, curious, and slightly uneasy. The speaker doesn't know the answers, and the poem leaves them open, balancing fear of vanishing against the wish to belong somewhere new.