Poem

1//December//2015
I have seen the colors of my movie projector splashed across two entwined hands.

I have seen the way the light in the sky bounces off the clouds on late July evenings.

I have seen the way smiles fade, slowly, until their faces are back, in neutral once again.

I have heard the water pipes strike up a conversation in an overheated classroom as the sky outside pined for its other.

Two years ago I ran from something I never should have left.  
One year ago I wanted something I couldn't obtain.
This year I've made peace with my choices.

There was a day that I felt myself dissolve; there was a day when my molecules were the same as those of the ocean.

Once upon a time I stood next to a lamp post that reached for the clouds as it held itself to the earth.  It was all I could grasp.  Everything else was disintegrating.

The back of the theatre: reserved.
The sides of the hallway: illuminated.

One day not too long ago, I decided to take my fate into my own hands.

“Hello, miss, I’m calling with your flight confirmation.  Yes, tomorrow.  You want it moved to today? Let me check the schedules...I’ll call you back as soon as I know.”

There is a place between the buildings in a skyline that holds infinities,
eternities,
possibilities.
It is here that I fly,
It is here that I survive.  

“Hello, airlines again.  You’re in luck, we have one spot on tonight’s flight that just opened up.  I’ll email you your ticket and travel details.  See you at the gate.”

I have seen the private smiles,
traded across heads in between.  

Clouds fall beneath,
I levitate.  
Earth falls behind,
I am large,
yet
so

so

small.