No Need to Ground Myself

   No Need to Ground Myself 

I am no longer tethered to

this blue green marble spinning 

in space, for my wings fly higher 

than the sky. Whether my bare feet 

touch the Earth or the farther 

atmospheric reaches, I simply 

have learned to unfurl my wings, 

to be put away until next time 

they are needed to guide me 

higher and higher to my waystation

home. I have grown quite accustomed 

to hearing Her regal command, 

“ground my dear child, ground”, 

in an instant I feel my molecules 

shift and rearrange to complete 

the reclamation of myself, 

comfortably at home in earth 

or even beyond sky.

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©Paul Goldman May 20, 2022