Flying

One afternoon I was
Sitting in my house
Flipping channels on
On the TV, bored and
Wondering what else
There could be to life.
Then a force pulled
Me from my chair
And out the front
Door. I stood in the
Middle of the yard
And rose up slowly,
Over the tops of the
Houses and found I
Could go anywhere
I wanted to go–
Freedom!

Creating

I create little vacuums
Cupped between my hands
That turn into little
Solar systems and
Then let them go.
It’s exhausting work.