gravity

such an entreaty, an invite

to walk in the snowdrifts,

in the magic of the clouds.

to be there is to loosen gravity

and breathe less density;

a lightness of head and

an eagerness to see above

the world, knowing that

all of it is happening below.

life carries on, but looking

up at the sun is the smartness

of the smile on a face for no reason.

the worries greet everyone

upon waking, but in the clouds

an imagination can carry

all of the dross away.

just as a flower dies apart

from the tree, vine, or bush

when cut and placed in water,

so shackels and cages of gravity

limit levity from getting off the ground.

a hindrance is better met

and dealt or it will be a monster,

because people don't live

in the snowdrifts of the clouds.

not yet, not yet.