The summer day I stood outside
And lifted my face to the sky,
Turned my face to the sun,
Without fear of consequence;
The busy December morning
I ran through the snowstorm,
Laden with packages
And stopped to feel
Snowflakes melting on my cheeks;
The morning I heard music
From the car stopped next to mine
At a red light,
And sang along;
The crisp fall day
I saw a clean V of geese
Flying southwards
And stopped to watch ‘til they disappeared;
The dawning realization:
I was free to give up control's illusion,
I was free to veer off my chosen path,
I was free to be random.
Random:
Total immersion and surrender
Into something unplanned;
As close to flying
As is humanly possible.
[‘random’, from Old French, 'randir', to gallop,
as in the moment a horse at full speed has all four hooves off the ground.]