IN THIS BIG DREAM REALITY
In this big dream reality
in the little dreams that are
like little wakenings
I find my true abilities, long-lost,
finally remembered
I fly
Some of them start off with my flying
and they’re easy
but then I look
and I wonder,
wow, what is this I am doing?
A human? flying?
And then I lose the ability to
steer, I careen towards the land,
I can’t get it up
more than a couple inches
And some of the dreams start off with
my flying rather clumsily
and then having to be
contained by ceilings
The humans around me don’t fly
They seem unsurprised
Jaded in the face of the miraculous
Miracles they’ve never seen
except in movies
I hover over their heads,
daring them to notice
I’m usually beautiful
in these dreams
But still, they don’t notice
Maybe it’s because I’m
spirit
hovering with bird
Maybe I’m just flying
with the bird
and the humans see the bird
and it’s not remarkable to them
And to think!
Birds!
They come from dinosaurs!
How different
can you get!
How amazing
the transformation!
Such miracles!
And so unremarked by so many
Veins of untapped realization
I’m glad
people have
epiphanies
to discover
~ Lady