Flight

This year I took flight. Restrictions lifted, and then fell the social barricades. Soul and body traversed, both by road and astral plane, to those novel places that I once only imagined in my head. With happy thoughts, I held nothing back, and dove head first into a world, once pitch black.

But light imbued, it flickered in the shadows of my peripheries. A world exists, decorated fields of dirt and green fields –that’s how music is heard! Festivals with their theatric lights, and people, smiley eyed, they only see their own happiness in sight! I see the flow of altered chemical waves, that type that infuses the blood and permeates, affecting the consciousness and the way light feels your face. 

I gave in to the secrets of the shrubbery and toadstool chewed. They told me their many whispers and showed me visions of vibrant bright! They said Lennon really used his Kaleidoscope eyes. Paul too, wore his glass bowtie. But for me, it was the flight patterns of the birds and the way the color blue just sat in the sky. In it flickered a feeling so strong, the sensation like a palm over a charcoaled flame. The music was fire, epiphanies bouncing with each song, and I cried at the beauty that burned beneath my shame.

Ephemeral moments, like that scratch on a track, that break in the sound that sent chills up my back. Broken down to the very roots, laid bare, like bark split and pulled. My veins opened as I felt waves, both melancholic and sanguine. Humors rebalanced, it felt like I woke from an unfamiliar scene. Teethed insects prying and digging with their mandibles and pincers. Even those broken trees, they bloom after the passing of cold winters. 

Gratitude and appreciation, I see them visibly beneath peeled husk. Like the fleeting humid air that dissipates at dusk, the sky clears for the moon. My hair like linden leaves, sheds the cobwebs and rot that makes one self-deceive. That false belief about self-worth, about my capacity for mirth and what I project onto the world. And even all those times I come up short, I realize still I take flight! That’s a consolation, a beautiful thing, in spite of past wrongs and shortcomings, I discovered my soul still knows how to dream.