Again and again
In the Psalms
It is said
That living life
Close to God
Is much like
Living freely
In wide open space
And I picture
Fields of grain
And frilly white dresses
Flowing in the breeze
On a cool day
Which is a look
I could never pull off
For several reasons
But I admit
That the thought
Of vast freedom
Of airy wonder
Of perfect spring weather awe
Is a completely delicious thought
Especially now
When most days
My spandex-clad soul
Can barely move
Can barely breathe
Can barely stand
To be seen
As I really am
Oh I suppose
The truth is that
I would really like
The dance
The laugh
The exhale
And the light
Of that open space
I really would