The Way

Flash poem for ya. <3 C.A.

The Way

The way you drift.

And when you least expect it,
despite inadequate, human arms,
you will fly.
No cables, no ropes.
And when your tribe
tethers you to a tree, 
you will break loose,
and by then, they won't even recognize
your face.
They won't even remember
your name.
And when age settles in,
and your neck and back
crack,
you will feel the release, the new joint,
the repaired space
between the bones.
And when your lift one bare
foot, then the other, 
on the hot,
desert ground,
smiling at the pain of it,
you will think about home
and never go
back.
Sky, branches, the healed
cervical disc, the peace between the rays
of sun.
And when you least expect it,
despite inadequate, human radar,
you will land.

The way you drift.

C.A. MacConnell