Gravity

Floating by…

A stringless kite

Hoping against hope

Searching for gravity

Looking down from my high perch,

Wishing I was on terra firma

Bobbing up there,

Smiling…

Smiling uselessly,

Wishing for gravity,

Looking at upturned faces that see me

High up in the sky

Wishing to be in my place,

While I wonder
where my place

Really is,

As I float on by

in the wind's pace,

looking for a place

where I can find gravity

that will hold me steady,

Let me feel the ground,

Feel the grass between my toes,

The mud getting stuck in my toe nails,

Cooling me,

Making me feel

Firm and steady.

As I bob up and down

Up in the sky,

Smiling…

Hoping against hope