To rise we forgive to lose what holds us down.
Let gravity do what it does.
Walk the body tall.
Let the eyes explore what’s real.
They want to see it all.
I’ll levitate when I am dead.
My eyes are grateful when
I look about with opened eyes
And then I look again.
Written for dVerse Quadrille #16 using “open” as a prompt.
I told myself that I should be about 170 pounds
and sometimes I check in the morning to see if
my body got the message and usually it didn’t,
but it turned out today that the scale showed 167
pounds which kind of surprised me and made
me wonder if there was something wrong with
the scale or if I needed to tell my eyes to see
more clearly but it looks like my body finally came
through and then I wondered what if I could
levitate and then Alice appeared and she wanted
to know what I was doing and I told her that my
body finally did what I told it to do and she wasn’t
impressed and she wanted to know about that
levitating nonsense I was jabbering about and I
told her I thought it would be cool to become
weightless for a while and she told me that would
mess up my ideas about gravity and did I really want
another cognitive dissonance experience so soon
and then she mumbled something I deliberately
ignored about needing to appreciate whatever
experiences I might have while I had the chance.
A second link to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Amaya is hosting and hopefully this poem is more in line with the prompt. By the way, I now weight about 160 pounds and we have upgraded our technology since those dark ages to a digital scale.