Singular focus
A murmur and inaudible surroundings.
My spine stretches as my head moves up in the sheets.
Pulling straight through the headrest feeling the walls as if they too
were sheets.
I'm outside now drifting down the road and into another's house.
Years later, I enter this house and know where everything is and
ask about a picture that no longer resides on the wall.
I find myself wishing that I still went out of body as I did as a child.
I traded it for this grounding, not knowing what
it would mean to become
flightless.
© 09-Jul-2009 Sonja J. Johnston
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