I'll Float Too
By now, it has to be, somewhere during mid-week
My dreams are a balloon at times losing their helium
Dip diving back to the surface,
The hard ground,
Of smug reality
Crashing hard down
Onto cold dirt
No flexibility
The ground doesn’t bend with my feet
It remains, constantly, under me
Will I always resent that which is firm and will always be?
There is grace and strength in its reliability
I do see,
This maturity,
In me
Unfolding like a hallmark card
The story of how I discovered
That the cold hard ground
Is merely a place, and a limit,
A starting place
To launch my kite off of
Heaven Bound
This floor is not my final destination
The sky is
Into the mist and magic of the clouds
Ill float too
Ill float too