Feeling as Heavy as Child's Play

Some days the weight of the world
is barely visible
rolls right off
like a giant raindrop
fizz plop,
by the time it registers
it’s gone and the weight
falls again, heavy and light
maybe, leaves a spot
water droplet on your hair,
left over love in your heart.

The world moves on
feeling as heavy
as child’s play in the Gravitron
pressed down
into a gravitational pull
holding your breath
trying not to hurl
the cacophony of your mind
like fuzzed out metal
blaring through you, spin
hoping to stop.

You weigh-in somewhere in between,
ribbon tied to helium filled Mylar
flying aloft carried by wind
while the weight stays
connected to my hand,
you in my heart
each breeze a dance, fusing
light draws eyes upward
turning to the splendor
body reacts to the subtle tug
ribbons, heart strings.