World Above the Rush

 

I’m walking so fast I’m gliding

toes gently scrapping

I sprout wings and lift from the ground

The floor reaches up to me calling me back

but I defy gravity in my desire to live above the rush

A quickened flash of blurred people

I find it hard to keep up to the demand of the world

I’m slow and steady at heart

One foot in front of the other… easy now, easy.

Arms bouncing to the side to hold a balance

legs kick and flutter

Nobody looks. Nobody cares.

They’re stuck in their mechanical gears

puppets to industrial suburbs living closely like neighbors

Shouting their “how do you do’s” then walking stiffly into their homes

like little toy soldiers

mumbling obscenities towards one another

I’m peter pan-esk in my quest to tare down the pirates of our lives

I’ll never grow up, I’m too busy playing with the plump clouds

bouncing along fairy dust skies  

Radiant colors of red and orange sprinkling in my eyes

Replenishing a new meaning in me

As the sun gives a smile, I know he approves of my presents

and who could ask for anything more?

The wind in my face, weaving it’s fingers in my hair like a gentle lover

I’ll sleep in my dreamscapes

painted a scene in the moonlight with blankets of stars and darkness that never felt so bright.

In the daylight I’ll share my old stories of meaningless escapades to satisfy others with the clouds

and we’ll laugh whole heartedly out loud

at misguided innocent ideas of ‘importance’

floating like a bubble, so clear and pure

taking whatever form I choose

because I’m free to  be all I’ve ever wanting

in   the   world  above   the   rush.