I want to be there
hovering, heady, buoyant,
every time you unpack a bag,
matching every move,
anticipating turns,
missteps,
filling the voids
of undetermined thresh-holds
with levity, cool breezes,
fluffed pillows with mints,
glycerined waters,
friendly mirrors,
tasting salt
of future ocean views,
folding the chutes,
chilling the wines,
with bubbles
lighter than air.