J.P. Dancing Bear
for Beckian Fritz Goldberg
if you allow yourself to let go: to concentrate on a dot in the sky: until you are part of the dot: just behind its mind: then you can see your own life below: the body stretched out in the open field: and you can watch the other people around the nearby miles: up here you can hear the heart of airplanes: before this was lost to your earthly ears with the voice of wind: fanning your feathers out to catch another thermal: you rise: the white houses below looking like mouse skulls: and where your earthbound eyes had thought the land was relatively flat: you can see every grassy buckle and wavy hill: you feel the
bird-mind impulsing: as it takes an interest: your own body having not moved in a while: you ghost out: a skydiver: back to the familiar fragrance of grass and soil