Clouded Eyes

With a skip, a jump, a dance and a glide
I reach my hands up at the sky
My eyes full of clouds
And my chest light and free
My throat warm and raw from the songs that began and finished
With my phone in hand
And my feet bare
I feel as though my heart will flee
My cheeks burn and sting but I barely notice
Joy does weird things to me
But I don’t mind, even as it blinds me  
A.J.Busse