And so I started walking
and maybe back again. And
this man, maybe it was
a memory or a ghost
or a fear or a dream – sometimes,
it’s hard to see the difference –
anyway, this man, he followed me
and talked to me and asked
me questions I couldn’t answer and quoted sentences
I had never uttered (had I?)
and whispered things I would have shouted
and refused to say what I most wanted to hear
and when I finally turned to look at him,
to study him and memorize his face and
try to figure out why he was there and what
he wanted and what he was offering,
he was gone,
and so I kept walking,
why this man,
this ghost, this memory, this fear, this dream
would not just speak to me and say what I wanted to hear and
why he would not answer the questions that burned in my head
and in my heart and finally I heard him
whisper to me – darling, darling, you have to jump.
You have to let go.
You have to kiss the sky, if you want your dreams to come true.
But you know, I am not a jumper, not a letter-goer.
My dreams dwell solidly in my head, not seeing the light of day,
not being seriously entertained as possible, until…
until this man told me that I could, whispered that I should.
So, if you will,
excuse me, for a moment,
while I jump and let go and
kiss the impossible sky.
Swirly Girl May Challenge (I KNOW IT’S JUNE) to use song lyrics in posts… this was “Excuse me while I kiss the sky,” brought to you by my friend Louisa and I have no idea what song it’s from! 🙂