Midair

I write a love letter to New York
with a singing heart
that is only full of joy

my skin is liquid sunshine and my feet fly

I live in the space between going
and gone
between earth and sky
between known and unknown

I melt in the light
my arms sweeping to touch the Empire State Building and the library
and the Chrysler too, who hides from me but is always there

My favorite place
where I don’t look at my feet
Because all I feel is my soul tossed to the sky

My whole self not a body
just a spirit
Held and holding the sweetness of the world.

Flamenco guitar floats softly through the air
my heart surges
my throat bare
ready to dive headfirst into your arms
and stay there

with joy and confetti,
Alexa