I picture myself floating.
There’s really no other way to say it.
I think this is the way people feel when they first find their passion.
Or meet their soulmate.
Or do something good with their lives.
I float.
It’s really a balancing act, I guess.
I position my body on my bed so my head dangles onto the floor;
like some lopsided ornament.
Everything is upside down, and I close my eyes, and I float.
It takes exactly three minutes. I’ve timed it.
I can’t imagine what finding my passion must be like.
Or meeting my soulmate (maybe I already have).
Or doing something good with my life.
But- maybe- this is what it feels like. And,
What will be my legacy? What will I be remembered for?
Anything? Everything?
And I tumble onto the heels of my feet.
The balancing act is over.
I am grounded to the earth.
And I can’t imagine anything less.
