What Is It? Poem by Monita Soni

Dissolving boundaries
Of self
Collapsing sheetrock
Breaking windows

Heaping in sunshine
With long stretchy arms
Pied-piping the gusty gales
Bouncing off billowing clouds

I float
I soar
I scream
Rejoice

No more partitions
Of right or wrong
Of this or that
Of anger or feigned politeness

Of worlds apart
Gosh what is it?
Pour me a potent cup
Rid me of inertia.