Les Nuages

There are moment when I feel free.
I listen to music with an inherent sense of hope.
A liquid optimism.
More than joy.
More.

And in my flight
I am still weightless
though the winds pull
and worry

I do not worry.

Where can I go
without the gravity of home;
without the angst of an unknown tomorrow;
without a sliver of fear
to pepper the love.

Where can I go to worry?