What I Experience Poem by Daniel Brick

What I Experience



Even as a child my hands
were strong enough to hold on
to things. It got worse
as I aged: I took more
and more, and wouldn't
release my grip on them.
Eventually the things realized
it was my will that they stay,
and they settled deeply
in my life, became one
with my being. Do they
actually belong there?
Do they have substance
only because they are
meshed into me, body and
soul? It's hard to fly,
launching itself takes
all of my available breath.
Then I must coast by and through
clouds, gasping, heaving into my lungs
all available air...
Two nights ago, with a suddenness
that surprised me, I did let go
of many things, and I immediately
rose into the unresisting air.
I floated, breathing easily,
for hours, either tumbling slowly
or swimming with broad strokes.
But mostly I let the air carry
my unresisting self as it willed.
I even dozed, so gentle was this
experience, until the sharp light
of dawn returned me to my other life.
Had I experienced in this astonishing
event those last human moments
before we are transformed
in the twinkling of an eye
into higher creatures?
I cannot say, and do not,
in this moment, want to learn.
I am once again holding
many things tightly in my grip.

Thursday, July 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: flight,visionary
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Queeny Gona 05 January 2020

Wow from cradle to old age beautifully penned sir

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Glen Kappy 21 July 2017

Wow, Daniel! See my poem, To Fly. Shades of archetypes! Shades of my poem, One Poem. -Glen

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