acceptance is letting ourselves rise naturally
In my youth and thighs, I could float. Legs extended, eyes closed. A breast-stroke pushing aside sky, against the gravity of my life. Feeling a breeze against my fears. A smile the whole time. Up and out. Liberating my world, I float mind’s height above the old. I sense it again with a tub of friends, percolating without clothing, making this modest escape a weightless acceptance of ourselves.