I want to get off
the merry-go-round of adult life
and just be held like a baby
while I drink a warm bottle of milk
and fall peacefully to sleep.
I want to spend my days hearing no words
Letting time slip by
While I observe and marvel
At the little things of life
Like the flickering light from the ceiling fan above me
Like the soft brush of air moving around the house
And thunder speaking loud and clear in an ancient language that everyone knows.
As I drift off to sleep, I hope I have one of those good dreams
Where I can float and fly and swim through the air like a fish
I crouch down and then spring up into the air,
Sailing up as if I were a paper airplane;
Then floating gently back down.
Such springiness seems so natural to me, as if I’ve always been this way –
but something in real life prevents it from being activated
something like gravity.