Lovestruck

What was I to do with all this happiness?

It was, as I had said so many times---

offputting---

to say the least.

My problem was that I treated it as an imposition instead of a disposition.

I took my running shoes and my chest overflowing

down the boulevard

and the alley

and the dirt road

and across the field

into the sunlight

where I put my chin face up

and kissed the sky

The wind was so glorious in its ability to strike my eyelids

making them fatigued and enamored with it all---

at the same time

The air was invisible

and delicious

and intoxicating

And all at once---

I liked the look of the clouds again---

and I fell in love

back in love

with my life.