Up and Away

There are days when the sun is on a chariot, bursting through the clouds. And I am elevated enough to throw my head back and allow its rays to greet me. Those same days I sweep down from that altitude to give my salaams to the city of grass that chippers in excitement when it sees me. There are days when the clouds are too melancholy to part their wisps for the sun. And I am elevated enough to feel them weeping warm rain. Those same days I sweep...