sweeping through the clouds

to look for the lightness i left there, i find it odd that the lightness of day and the lightness of weight are spelled the same.

it is a surprise to find that hopelessness does not have heaviness...according to what i've read, it should have weight, it should drag at the heels and pull on shoulders and break down the skeleton like gravity, or cancer

instead, it is strangely light...a wisp, a veil... a haiku

it allows for breathing, or silence

hope requires fight. it requires a tight, unmoving fist and a digging in of heels. it demands a square jaw, an unwavering resilience...and it is exhausting.

so, it is a delight now. to be just a person without the burden of hope who walks lightly among the clouds and dances without the weight of expectation