Flying
A crescendo of music inside of me, that’s what it feels like.
Every cell, vibrating to the perfect note.
Harmonies and melodies, chiming in unison.
As the music amplifies, so do I.
My body, a vessel.
Life, poetry.
Me, ink.
I begin to rise.
First, I leave the warmth of the earth behind.
Next, I feel the space between my body and my place of birth increasing.
I’m two feet off the ground, now, then three.
I inhale, this is how I control my flight.
Particles of light whiz into my body, I lift off, I’m free.
In the distance, bushy clouds wag at me like cheerful eyebrows
They dance in laughter
The birds greet me from the skies, they know I’m on my way
I stretch my arms out, the wind takes me
As I breathe it in and breathe it out, we merge.
The mountain scapes blink at me from below,
A reminder of spaces left to be explored.
The ocean waves at me,
Proud of its soaring child.
I am free
Where will I go?
What will I see?
With nature at my command, all is mine
And I am hers.
Like a million childhood dreams, I soar
But this time, it’s real
And this time, I am more.
Untethered, having given all
I have received the greatest gift.
I have been reborn as no one—
No name, no title
No purpose, no meaning.
Just is-ness, izzing through the skies
A new beam of light, joining my fiery brothers from the sun
A new drop of rain,
A new star, twinkling in space
I am free
And I fly
