I need a little ballast or I’ll float
on air today, as light as lint in beams
of angled sun, excited as a mote
transformed to gold. I’m dancing to extremes
inside, of agitated ecstasy
and gentle melodies of waltzing rest,
at moments fountaining in mounting glee
and in between by lifting drift caressed.

A little ill I’ve been for several weeks
and finally I feel me start to mend;
a slight improvement’s like recovery.
And words last night found ears instead of shrieks
from NIMBY opposition. Now a slend-
er triumph feels like victory to me.