A rush of air lifts me up
and my arms reach toward the sky.
I know there is nothing to grab hold of
but I appreciate how I can fly.
Away from all the obligations
that rooted me to the ground.
I can't believe how light I am
and I glide through the air with no sound.
I do not shout for joy
or clap my hands.
I bask in the sun
and keep away from the land.
I know it might only be fleeting
and I may have to part
with this effervescent, floating feeling
of a light heart.