There is a lightness

There is a lightness

Of touch

A gentle feel

The tickle of a sea breeze

Stirring the air

Lifting molecules

From a body of water

Circulating dead skin

Carrying pollen

Distributing indiscriminately

Pollution and fairy dust

Mildew and rust

A dead wind

Playing with life.

An insubstantiality

As solid as an iron door

Fragile, as an idea

Restlessly tossed

A matter of pride

Taken

An acceptance

Of redundancy

Embraced.

Perfection

Is only fleeting

Nothing is abandoned

But there is brevity

In meeting

The truth

Of your being

Carelessly lost

Before

You ever had cause

To know what it was

To be human.