Magic mushrooms.

This morning I walked through

a large crop of magic mushrooms

and continued walking.

 

There was a time

when I would have reclined

picked, eaten slowly and waited

for the natural effects

of the hallucinogenic

to make me smile

and then notice the clouds

spontaneously forming

patterns and then changing

I would promise to do

the same with my life

If only I could get up.

 

Then the music would

begin to play in deepest

recesses of my mind

I’d begin to sing along

until the knowledge that

I was laying in the grass

alone and singing

would set off a bout

of paranoia.

 

Up, up and away……

and I would set off

I’d meet people,

always acquaintances,

along the way

and hold detailed

conversations while

still laying in the grass

not having moved

in body

only in mind.

 

Observed, yet unobserved

Knowing all

Yet not knowing

how to get up. 

Reviews

[Tamika]

I like this very much. I like the way it tells the story of somebody who can resist the urge of a habit from their past. I liked the way you expressed the experience of magic mushrooms. This is wonderful. I also like the paradoxical phrases in the last stanza. An intriguing poem that I really enjoyed reading.