Back to Salsa after a break.

My keys drop to the floor and are accidentally kicked under the sofa at home

Caught unawares in the moment of losing,
my pockets are imperceptibly lighter.
All of a sudden I do not belong here and
without a way in I am unknowingly
unfastened. I shrug off the weight of home.

My feet begin to lift; I could go anywhere.
I have packed light with no belongings
to choose from; so light I do not need
a plane. My big toes are the last to leave

the ground. I am glad I wore leggings
as envious glances skyward see me billowing,

untethered, heading high above the rain.