LEARNING TO FLOAT
We float on a breeze as light as milkweed fluff, as light as dandelion spores, as light as the kiss you did not feel when I pressed my lips against your forehead last night.
The blue of the sky is an illusion of colour reflected from an ocean we no longer see; we float so far above.
We have lost our moorings. We are weightless, as weightless as embryos. Nothing holds us here.
Floating like this, we wish never to touch down. Perhaps the helium will explode, scattering our atoms across the Universe. Then we will surely be weightless forever.