*spirit Flight Poem by Nomad Omnia

Last night
A tail-flick of my soul
Lifted me like a salmon
From the seething torrents
To the clear pools of my youth.

I became that familiar stranger,
lifting heads in puzzled recognition.
I saw them as they are
Not as they were.

A turn, gliding through space
Wondering at the sparseness
Of habitation, at the freedom
Of wind through bended stalks of marram,
At the joy of children tumbling after raucous dogs.

This gift
I took with gratitude
For in wakefulness
I understood the promise of my God.