I wish I had a sure and solid tether tying me to the ground when my fingers start skimming over these keys. If the tether were beaded diamond I think it would be just strong enough to keep me from loosing my mind. That world of imagination is so large. Once I’m up there I’m buoyant and zooming past clouds and patchy spreads of sky and still it keeps opening wider and wider. Like a giant mouth, a womb, a black hole of endless idea. I see shapes like characters and lyric line. An emotion takes wing and soars on by. That must be freedom, I think. And just as I reach my arm out to grab a hold of that white awesome bird the tether snaps taught against my ankle. The lock there over my shoe is just sparkling. It’s easy to unclasp… And if I loosen it now I’ll never get back home. But think of all the discovery. Think of all the excitement and wonder out there in the sky! Oh just feel it like goose pimples pricking outward, trying to take my skin onward. I want it.
Damn the clasp? Damn going back to reality? Or damn that expansive blue…. And make due with just enough of the city in the sky to get by as a common, and never quite golden, writer.
