Picnic in the Air
Where gravity is suspended
by late-afternoon.
Leaving you free to picnic
or frolic past sunset,
moonset,
at any altitude you desire,
on deep cushions of air.
Round an awning-striped
tablecloth spread
weightlessly,
elegantly
with cold, blushing
bottles of wine,
hard and soft cheeses,
cow and goat
from France and Spain;
wildly crusty loaves
of bread, whose crumbs
drift off here and there
on the breeze
to feed peckish passing birds.
Wrinkled olives,
ripe berries,
sparkling water;
bubbling laughter
and languid pleasure
over the floating feast.
Colin Goedecke
Convent Station, New Jersey
July, 2016