July 9th, 2012

I find no use in

dragging my skin

across the earth

like the end of

a wedding dress;

I’d rather not

track the dust

left by others,

nor dare I wipe

myself across

her precious surface.

Appropriately,

I travel lightly

with my feet chained

desperately to clouds

and my lungs fraught

and heavy with the

lightest songs of

yesterday’s glory.

I float along and

rarely touch down;

I find no peace

on the ground.