Going Up
I looked up one day
And noticed that the world
Hung within a bubble of time
And as I observed this seeming oddity
My fascination obscured
The sensation of my feet
Leaving earthly terrain.
I floated upward
And am now pressed
With my back against the inside of this bubble.
I choke on a bittersweet laugh
At my position –
No longer able to walk
But unable to fly.
I watch the others
As they tend to their polished cars
And attend their polished churches
And tend their tidy gardens
And tsk my position
Overlooking my remarkable ascent.
They instead discuss
What they believe to be
My deprivation
My degradation
My separation
At no longer being able to polish my car
my church
my self
my god
my gravity has been reversed
and I hang there
watching their Shakespearian play.
Release comes
as I release mortality
molecule by molecule
and I slip though this bubble
by osmosis
to remember once again
this bubble sits perched
upon the wand I hold in my hand
and watch with fascination
as the colors spin upon it
when it is held
to the light.
---unAsleep