Moonlight & Mugwort

Last night I accidentally astral projected myself.

I blame it on the mugwort,

though it may have been the pull

of the Equinox on my soul.

I suddenly found myself without a body

and in my sleep-deluded state,

gave no care

for the empty vessel I had left behind—

which is horribly reckless, I might add,

and that you should,

under no circumstances,

leave your body unattended.

I floated above my mortal coil,

and rose up and up,

through the ceiling and clouds,

passing through the atmosphere

into the endless black

of the void that surrounds the whole thing.

I sat there a moment,

basking in the glow

of every pinprick of light and suddenly,

I was so large

that I could set foot on the Milky Way.

Or perhaps it had grown small.

Perhaps the Astral Plane

has no care for measurements or size,

for I’m fairly certain

that at one point

I strapped Orion’s belt around my arm,

and I’m not sure I ever gave it back.