floating away

when it’s sunny
and bright
and the air is just teased by a little
breeze
and the plants wave good afternoon
and the dirt is rich
and the grass is lush
and the leaves are drifting, guided by currents of air,
I am grounded.
I am here, body and mind and soul
and I probably won’t drift away.
my self plants roots
and burrows in
and pulls from energies
whose origins I don’t know.
I am grounded.

when the sky is grey
and the clouds whimper
and drizzle
and coat the bricks and sidewalks in water
and the puddles have currents
and the wind blows hard with a grudge,
and the dirt might be lifted and washed away
and the flowers drown,
I am in fear of floating away,
my soul is not anchored,
I am not heavy.
I pull no energy from the water.
with nothing for my roots to grab I can’t hold on
and the wind blows
and the water pushes
and I float away.