Nightly Travels
My night time travels
take me to other worlds,
places I can only dream of here.
Satisfying my thirst for adventure,
my psyche-me and soul-me fly away
with happy winged feet as the body
surrenders to REM sleep.
Leaving the body in the bed, snoring
happily, oblivious and unperturbed
that soul-me is gone, traveling lightly.
Free at night to sail away, to
exotic places, to meet people not often
present on this planet.
We do not limit ourselves, psyche-me
and soul-me. Until the body starts to rouse,
we are soaring from galaxy to galaxy, uninhibited
by anything cumbersome or heavy.
The silver cord zaps us back often way too
suddenly, without warning. The body gives
a loud quick gasp as we re-enter the chest
too hard, and too quickly. The fingers start
shaking; the body 's face shakes, as it wakes
up with a start.
We come back more and more often in this
way, as we are so happy to make our escape
and play. The older we get, the more playing
we do, practicing for the big release.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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