Levitation

She lies awake
In the dead of night.

One inch off the bed,
Surrounded by air.
No longer sure of what touch is or
whether she remembers feeling.

The air is absolutely still:
Not too hot, not too cool
Perfect sleeping weather.

Perfect lying-awake weather.

Drag races on fourth street come crashing through the open window
bark
what’s that light?
bark
Why can’t she sleep?

She is waiting for
Life to hail.

bark

Waiting to experience
Magic.

Waiting to be transformed into the Lovely Assistant and
Levitate
right out of her life.

Darcy Falk