Dreaming of Flying

Love every moment

. Photo by William J Spirdione

I check my pulse and blood pressure for the third time.

It’s only 5:46 am.Only 44 days left to the election.

Medication ,breathing exercises,nothing helps anymore.I can’t wait for it to be over.It would be great if Biden wins and a few of these Trump flags would come down.

Every morning is the same now,full of dread.

As I’m letting the hens out of the henhouse something wonderful occurs.

A hen flaps her wings as she flies across the lawn.Just above the green blades of grass.

Does she feel like a human,swimming in a clear pool of water?

Out of her element,yet radiating pure joy.Living fully in the moment.Evolutionary time,distant memories.Past and future fall away.

Each flap of the wing an eternity.Cool breeze in her feathers,beak squawking the whole time.

Covering all of 11 feet,she lands in a cloud of dust.

What was I complaining about?

Another day begins.