Floating

i feel
the ground beneath me
transitioning
tectonic plates shifting
mountains rising
glaciers melting
oceans rushing in with the tide, outlining my feet
it is
soft grass
warm concrete
grapes ready for stomping
and the fluffy carpet i dance upon—
sometimes even take flight on—

this moment is everything
i am landing
i am standing
i am weeping
barely breathing


i am floating

POEMSHaley Sheffield