Lift
A poem about achieving “lift”

Love cushions and lifts
most spirits, even the
unsettled, chaotic,
and the raw.
The untamed
can be lifted with some
thought and organization.
I hold out my hands to
propel your entire body up
in the air, above ground.
More than lifted, you feel
love, freedom, and the
rhythmic motions of air
against your forty pounds
body.
The grassy earth cushions
you as you land.
You lookup at me, contented.
I carry my smile of wonder
all day.