“just like it was taught to me…”
In my dreams, I can run
and I run up unknown stairs, flight after flight.
I talk to people in crowded city streets…
No one wears masks, and we have not yet had a plague.
People are in motion, hopefully making plans, breathing the air
which grows purer and less polluted while they talk and smile.
Depression is a thing of the past, as we all get out of ourselves
and help those around us. We begin to love to talk to strangers
and see them more like extended family, than unknowns.
There is no war, no killing, no misunderstandings; guns have not been invented.
In my dreams, of course I fly…not too high, but I taste the grace and freedom.
I happily teach others how to do it too… just like it was taught to me.
We all throw ourselves forward and we don’t hit the ground, but hover and ascend
We fly low, the wind blowing our hair, about the height of a stoplight.
The thing that really strikes me, is how we all giggle like a flock of parakeets.
We experience this euphoria together as we all let go and trust each other.
We trust this collective miracle that defies gravity and liberates our souls
still in our bodies, but less burdened and heavy, unencumbered and feather -weight.
Then I awake.