Cloud light above.
Me and a cold sky
hanging---eternal suspension,
can't be stuck there waiting
for me to climb the air
and hang down. I smell water,
hear wing, breathe air that's up there
and new.
I want to fly as they do,
float on the water,
take in all the drops
of reason, don't fall
on the ground,
leave here
lighter than air.
-Anonymous (December Trip)-