Sliding Down the Air

sometims we must rewrite our life

Sliding Down the Air

In my dreams
I come sliding
down the air
on cantilevered wings
riding the thermals
of the multiverse
a born again seraphim.

I rise slowly
sighing to Zen chimes
knowing I am mostly
a five and dime nurse
in an old folks home.

Sometimes we might
rewrite our lives
to sleep at night.