night flight

The city’s slumber had begun. Everything was closed.

I approached my apartment window, and opened it. I took in a breath of fresh air, extended my arms, and took off. 

In flight, I darted through the urban vista. Scattered lights were on in each of the residential towers. For fleeting moments, I caught vignettes of people’s lives. Some were huddled by their televisions, others working at their desks, and some were gathered around the dinner table in conversation with their family.

I peeled upward, veering high above the metropolis. A layer of fog illuminated the city with an ethereal haze. 

I went higher, sailing above a cluster of clouds. Before me was a big, beautiful full moon. It was like a solitary beacon, calling me towards it. The wind ushered a cool breeze; and its touch fully awakened my spirit.

My mind focused, I embraced the fact that I couldn’t be everywhere at once, yet I needed to be. 
I flew back down into the city, fists extended before me. I was ready.

Landing in a side alley, I heard a march underway, with spirited voices chanting.

“Are you here to help us?” A boy asked, after discovering my whereabouts.

“No.” I answered, “I’m here to be with you. To listen, be present, and work to shape our collective dream, together.” 

I walked with him, and we joined the others.

-m

June 2, 2020

Photo Credit: Luca Bravo