Floating Again - June 24, 2025

Gary Hunter
Jun 24, 2025
1 min read

as a kid, I floated in my dreams

night gliding over my town,

watching without emotion

those few people still up

shuffling along dark streets

I think it was movie monsters that

scared me, grounded my flying,

left me running from their clutches

in nightmares for years

in life I had become my body

a burden carried into sleep

recently, with great will and

concentration, I have begun to

hover a few feet off the ground

this time seeking to impress others

with my brief victory over gravity

then waking up and remembering

it was clearly spirit that soared

those many years ago

and I assume when my time finally

arrives it will waste no time

in ascending this world

to the one that awaits

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