Levitation
In my dreams, in my youth, I had beautiful wings which I could flap
a few times and be off the ground, gaining elevation in no time. I could
soar with the birds for hours among clouds that looked like huge white
peonies, and look down at treetops and cows in the fields and cars
on the gravel roads. For years my dreams took me floating into the skies
with no fear, no desire to descend to earth. At some point the flapping
stopped and levitation became the norm. I thought I was a genius.
Standing still, I would rise, and from a certain height toss rose petals
to the amazed people below. There was no applause, but maybe a few
gasps and a few forefingers pointing up as they do in certain medieval
or renaissance religious paintings, symbolizing something or other.
Earthbound now, I long to go back to the sky and look down at the city-
scape, and dream of the old days when everything seemed possible
from my childish perspective, and the turbulent years had yet to sit
like bricks on my shoulders and weigh me down.
Author: James Kangas
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