When I Dream of Flying
When I Dream of Flying by debgrant
When I dream, I am surprised
because these days I don’t sleep well enough to dream.
I’ve read that sleep deprivation can eat your brains.
One way or another we lose our minds.
When I dream of flying, it is never effortless.
I know I am not a winged thing. My fingers make poor fins.
I don’t flap. But neither do I float.
It takes concentration to fly in a human dream.
It is not like sightseeing from the top deck of a city tour bus.
It is not like being a passenger in a car while someone else is driving.
To fly in my dream takes focus and will.
Mental muscle, not arm position.
I don’t know how it works only that I am sure I will be grabbed by gravity
and grounded.
If I want to fly in my dream, I must choose to fly and focus on flying.
That is the way life is. Humans choose to live and focus on living.
Sometimes I have to make the same choice every day. Again and again.
Unless you are a dog with your head outside the passenger window of a moving car, oblivious to car mechanics or the driver.
With ears and lips unfurled
tasting the wind
in effortless flight.
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