Night Ride ~

Light zooming in

from singing distances 

sifts softly through the atmosphere 

to sit upon these things:

a garden bench, a fence 

and faces, in repose.

The world of politics and groceries and taxes 

of work, and irritations and unfinished things 

slides of my back 

drains down to some dark corner 

of the yard.

Filling like a balloon 

with burgeoning delight 

I rise on moonbeams 

ride the starlight 

swim the breeze.

Someone speaks 

and I, who had perched 

upon the edge of heaven 

fly back, restored 

to this uncommon 

common place.