with gratitude to Corinne Platt
In the dream, I am flying
over the red dirt roads
of the desert, flying through blue sky
beside dark cliffs and I realize
I can choose to fly right out of
the dream’s landscape
and into my life,
and though I’m scared,
I do, fly through blue until
I’m flying above myself
walking through aspen,
flying with no effort at all,
flying wide awake
with no fear of landing.
flying without a single should,
astonished to find
I’m enough.