The Unclad Soul

I’m taking the night train, all alone, to the blue shores of a far-flung place. Where the water is clear and the air is clean and the dolphins dance in the moonlight. I’ll sit in the sand and wave my hands as the seagulls bring in the sun. And I’ll greet the fish flying in the surf and feel the freedom of their flight. And I’ll tell them I’m jealous of the grace of their fins and the innocence of their lives. I’ll look out far at the floating horizon and think of the dreams unborn, and I’ll wonder if anyone is praying in their home for the daily nightmares to end. I’ll dive in the surge and swim out to sea and drift on the morning breeze, and I’ll know what it’s like to be alive in a deadly time of unease. I’m not running away, well maybe I am, but it’s something I must do. If not In the flesh but just in my mind it’s still a journey I’ll take. And however long it lasts, for a day or for a year, I’ll feel better for the time away. (c) 2020 Timothy Moody