Laughing and singing,
wind whipping your hair
and tugging at your limbs
until, spinning, you fall
up into the sun
and converse with the sweet birds
in the baby-soft clouds.
As I reach for your hand
an eye blinks
and everything turns white
for one holy moment
but then we are back
in the schoolyard
with the children laughing
and taunting
about how we should stop
and get our heads out of the clouds.
But we can't help it
because now we are floating
on the backs
of those baby-soft clouds
with the birds singing lullabies
and kissing us with feathered wings
until we sleep again,
back in the city streets.
