"Flight", November, 2006

11/01/2006

Flight

Over a hill
through a meadow
Deep in the groove of a valley green
I soar through a vista of blue;
The sky above is so serene
Though clouds on the horizon brew

Sensations of being both powerless,
and strong
A force so uncanny
I cruise forwards headlong
Feelings so paradox
of control and lack thereof
Streaming past woodcocks.

I know where I fly
And yet, I don’t.
In the dream I wonder, am I human
Or fowl?
I dare not bring an arm or wing
In front of me,
Fearing the flight I shall foul
Butterflies in my belly rise,
a weakness in my shoulders
Though that doesn’t truly bother
Simply worried if my flying abilities
Are really all that real;
Even for the “reality” of a dream.

And then I awaken.
and oddly,
the sensation of flight
Remains

Liz