He Floats

By Shada. T

“I love to float”, he said… delighted.

“FLOAT?!”  They exclaimed.

They were moved. No they were irked.

They wouldn’t know…

To float

To fly 

Or to escape.

He knows, so he floats.

He flies too….

But he likes floating better.

Floating is still.

Floating is freeing.

Floating in crisp air…

Floating with the nimbus…

With body as light as feather…arms and legs numb,

Breeze touching his face…

Lulled by the clouds…

And humming to the birds,

He floats.

Floats when he is all by himself.

Because they would see….

They wouldn’t let him.

They don’t understand.

They don’t float….

He loves to float.

NO…not in water,

Air.… that is where he floats

By Shada. T