Embarking

If you think I am embarking, I am not embarking; I am merely pretending that I have departed. Even the wind pulls me along, pulls me out of this tangled space through the window of my dreaming. The night sky burps forth glimmering stars where patches of light explode with remarkable brilliance. I go out when the moon is new; carry the stars on my shoulders. When the wind is high I pursue the path of the graceful moon. Nothing moves below the edges of the universe. I am an embarking stranger in these new fields of golden light that flourish above my darkness. I am afraid to relax as I look down; I cannot conquer this fear that I have avoided for too long. The ground is covered in a patchwork of silent glistening surprises. A newborn night is harmless..... And cheerful for a while, then it begins to demand all the limits of me. I fear my shadow will be stolen; I simply cannot give up my shadow to the turning moon. I am a sequence of thoughts leading away from home. I never expected to be a captive voyager pirouetting through space; yet! I am this silent audience excepted to applaud this procession of time. I am here, I am breathing, and I am. I have reached out with my imagination to dust off the stars of heaven. If you think I am embarking... I am not embarking, I am merely envisioning departing.