A Man Above
By middle age he became unseen and hatless;
would not look at the back of his head
as he slipped by unnoticed
through a changing world.
It was some recompense
that his Idea of ‘self’ had expanded;
a self so spiritually inflated
it now inhabited the sky
as if the sky were a pond and it a whale.
When down town,
he walked unseen by the throng,
while he, clearly heard
fanfares and the regal cry of celestial eagles
announcing his presence everywhere.
Head up he strode, past hurrying shoppers,
all intent on ignoring
the supranatural evidence
of his transition to enlightenment.
Even dogs were tugged away
as they dared sniff at him
and that majestic blimp
of his greater being
as it floated high above
clearly for all to see.
He maintained an air of calm dignity
while his greater self
filled all the available space in the small store.
The cahier, seeing nothing
of the grandeur before her
or of his almost palpable spirituality
bagged a bottle of cheap vodka,
and a large packet of salt and vinegar chips.
Shortly thereafter, he rode the bus home
still travelling incognito to his kingdom
on the third floor of nowhere.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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