I walked down the road. Just far enough to get away from their noise escaping the antics of drunkenness and neglect. I passed by the knee-length grass field. Shuffled through the pile of dirt, letting my sneakers scrape the ground as if to bully it into noticing me.
I saw the mound. The one that sits high and looks down at me like it’s my keeper. That’s where I stopped because my legs would not move anymore.
My spirit would always say…
that’s enough, this is where we land.
And my feet would always listen.
I climbed on top and sat there as the clouds passed by. I heard the sounds of planes in the sky so I reached up to feel big. Not so little like I did when I was home. Big. Like my voice could stop that plane in its tracks if I commanded.
My arms fell down slowly and the breeze kissed my back because it loved me. There was no clutter in the air. What existed worked together. It didn’t fight. This was a better place to be.
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