Trancevia Daily Prompt: Trance
A bird flies
Through the skies
Effortlessly. Drifting.
Trusting in the air beneath its wing
A flip of a wing. Or two. Drifting.
Higher. And higher still.
Trusting in air’s will.
Watching from ground
Spray of the ocean all around
I see a bird flying.
No, hovering, drifting
Air is in full control
The bird surrendered its will.
Fascinating. Amazing.
Breathtaking. Illuminating.
So mesmerized am I
So entranced am I
Life stands still.
Now. This moment.
The present.
Does the bird see me?
Does the bird know of my presence?
What does it see?
Is it aware of any presence…
Other than the air?
What does it think….of us?
People. Who does not trust?
Who fight. Who resist.
What is it we fight?
The driving external presence
Much like the air
That leads us all to our true selves.
With knock on wood
As if pounded by the blow
Of a crashing wave
The bird drifts. Glides.
And the knock my senses cow
Out of my daydream; my trance.
Back to my office, my reality.
Oh, but for only a chance…
Just once.
I could fly like the bird.
great poem! thanks for sharing 🙂 I love the imagery of whether the bird sees you
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