Lightness of Being

The slightest breeze can take me,
the sweetest smile.

Light expands its balloon around me
as though the miles
I’ve walked
were a wave of my hand.

I float like a cloud a-dazzle.
I make eyes blink.

I think no more than a pebble;
drink in like a desert
the birdsong, the smells,
the panorama;
feel insects alight
on my skin.

I’m experiencing the buoyancy of being!
Old age begins.