the flying dream

i don't need a dream
book

to figure out the dream
i had last night.

i can still taste it in my mouth.
see it.
hear it. feel it.

i'm flying. the rope that tethered
me to the ground

is cut.
the sky is blue again.

the rain has stopped.
my arms are stretched out
as i glide

between the clouds,
not worried about direction

or where to land.