Gravity Failures

Float to work
down Baltic, up Court, to Union
over the canal, and up the slope
to 7th Avenue. Treetops tickle my feet.
People look up and I
can see their mouths mouthing
what the fuck? I am really floating
now, comfortable enough in the sky
that I swoop down right next to people
and then skitter away so they only
sense my arrival and departure.
If you need me today, you know
where to find me.