Glide

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In my dreams
I glide
wind tousles my hair
to and fro
dancing around my face
my tresses fly
like a romantic mane.

Laces secure my feet
eight wheels ground me
allowing me
to become one with the landscape
roll along its planes
explore its surfaces
finding its grooves
veering right, leaning left
weaving in, weaving out

I spin
round and round
untethered, free
the sun shines brightly
spreading it’s rays
everything glows —
even me.

Birds chirp
luring me
from my slumber
back to the waking world.

I memorize the moment
coasting, swaying
to a rhythm
connected
to the earth,
the ethers,
the milky way,
the moons of Jupiter,
the whole of humanity.

I glide, I glide.