My Astral Travelling
My soul leaves sixteen minutes after I reach the bed.
It’s not that I have it timed, it’s that I know
Without knowing how I know
Hear those gentle puffy breaths?
They come from my body, automatically.
I am not in there, and she does not care.
No concern. At last she can fully relax.
Because I have been released.
My soul is zooming around, checking out the night people.
I travel from alley to honkytonk, looking on, amazed.
As people do what people do naturally in the middle of the night.
Thinking the world cannot see them.
I see, and I smirk. Glad I know how to astral travel.
Thank you Daddy for this gift.
He lumped it into being a psychic.
I attribute it to being an empath; no matter.
I am here now.
It is now three thirty a.m.
There is a silence in the world that cannot be explained.
People have paired up and are having sex in cars or apartments.
There is a smell of urine in the air thanks to the homeless.
I travel to a far off hill and enjoy a hoot owl’s call.
Bam! The silver thread pulls me back to my body.
I go in kicking and screaming
as usual
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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