What an enigma,
this weightless joy.
These rare and rapid pulsations,
that spasm and sparkle like glass.
It is as though some part of me,
long imprisoned, has been released.
I have been made spacious by this feeling.
The elements have fallen in the perfect order.
And I, as if in the grip of some strange magic,
am racing, tumbling, laughing and breathless.
through the bleak, windblown city streets,
headlong into your strong and gentle arms.
Written for The Sunday Whirl using the words below.