The dark sky

 The dark sky


In a world

where the laws of physics are different

where we can fly in the clouds

high above mountains

or accompany creatures of the sea

in swirling forests of kelp

where people and things

are altered but recognizable

where consciousness is such

that we are aware

that we have entered 

a parallel universe


A person in the room

which our body occupies

sees it lying still

breathing deeply

and looks toward the sleeper

with an innate reverence

an awareness that it is wise

not to disturb the magic

taking place behind shut eyes


When we awaken spontaneously

we are aware of the journey back

through the wormhole

back to everyday reality

with a strong sense

of how strange it was

to be somewhere else

for undefinable amount of time


We may ponder for a moment

or be too busy to care

but either way

the memory pixelates rapidly

and is soon gone

although not completely

a half forgotten dream

about which poets sing

a mysterious experience

to which we willingly return

when the sky is dark

and again pursue

this strange and awesome light


Aubrey Lieberman

1/9/23


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