inverted flight
August 13, 2020the narrow path we follow - who opened it for us?
i can see the threads between me and you and everybody else
like a colourful embroidery that grows and spreads;
i can see the traces I left in other people’s minds
when our dreams intersected for the blink of an eye;
i can see their hearts in mine - blazing, red, alive -
a fleeting impression of oneness,
of never being alone in life or death;
i can see myself plummeting into the vast darkness:
it is not a fall;
it’s an inverted flight to the stars.