Light

That's how I feel-
like the winter-fringed
breeze might scoop
me up into its wings,

fly

away with me trapped
in its feathered embrace.
I am a snowflake.
A wisp of eiderdown,

liberated

from gravity. My body
is light. Ephemeral.
My head is light.
I want to sway

beneath

the weight of air,
dizzy with thought.
Light filters through
my closed eyelids.

The sun,

chasing shadows,
tells me I'm not
afloat in dreams.

Ellen Hopkins

Ellen Hopkins