The other day I was told to pretend.
During my adventure I rode a hot air
balloon up through the clouds. They
twinkle even without the plane window.
Once I was done ooohing at that, I
decided to go higher. I left the Earth's
atmosphere and landed on the moon.
I felt like a child running down and then
up the giant craters with my arms spread
open like Superman. I relinquished gravity
when I wanted to do sommersaults like
Charlie in Wonka's chocolate factory.
Now that I am at my desk looking up
at this tiny glowing sphere through leaves
on my neighbor's tree, I imagine that I
am dancing with a partner. It's not that
I don't love to adventure alone, it's just
more fun to exchange energetic movements.