We can drift

In a closet, in a room,

In a neighborhood, in a field,

Or when nailed to a floor.

But best is when,

Like in a dream,

We find ourselves floating,

And we find our wings,

And there is an updraft,

And there is time to be away,

And nothing tarnishes our unboundedness.

Published by Kumi

Liaison to the Infinite.

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