Safe

Eyes open, flying; I float through the dark,
Greeted by cool air and fragrant breezes,
Gently tumbling through space that surrounds me.

I see my hands and two blue shoes,
Shiny red ribbon, lacing the shoes of a clown.
How odd these blue shoes in the starry blackness.

I stretch and I strain to lift my leg,
To bring the blue shoes closer to my touch,
Not fantasy or reality but a new dimension.

Am I at the beginning or at journey’s end,
To exist in a state of peaceful flight,
Held supine in the palm of the healer?

Strangely comfortable in this capacious state,
Not knowing who sent me or where I am going,
I am not lost or found but I feel safe.

March 20, 2020