A mind in motion
continues on
mustering momentum
along a preset trajectory
dropping dead weight
watching it splatter
on the atmosphere below
feeling gravity
trying to rip me in twain
G forces intending
to scramble up my brain
finally weightless
from the racing heart within
spinning in a capsule
sipping droplets
from the space between
one kicking flip
I'm sky-dancing
through cosmic rays
light sparking
from finger tips
and streaming
from every open cavity
never slowing
only ever picking up speed
I keep whipping myself
round and around
if skillfully done
will propel you forward
not topple you
off of your feet
accelerating towards
the pulsating light
leaning in
letting off the controls
riding the wings
of auto pilot
allowing my mind
full field of expansion
finally touching down
gaining a little traction
making ripples in the glass
tiptoeing in
the troughs of the waves
spring-boarding past
each tensing step
wringing out
lengthening musculature
escaping visible breath
an ethereal nimbus
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.