floating out

31 Aug


Today I think I can

float off

into the cold darkness

of space and enjoy the ride.

I’m not stuck to this quicksand world.

Have you heard of a Tinkerbella  – or a Fairy Fly?

The mass  that is subtracted as either one departs

is too small to even be detected.

Don’t listen as I whisper

that where your skin begins, mine no longer ends.

I won’t mention to you

that the minutes now bend and stretch.

Am I supposed to ignore

that the floor curves under my feet

and the window sill goes wonky?


Keep walking and look the other way.

I can’t imagine you are interested

that my face distorts in a funhouse mirror.

I am this face but I am not this face.

When I am smaller than a freckle,

I could fall through

a portal in the center of my eye.

No, I did not just say that.

Anyone else flying off the planet into space, today?

Anyone else watching the show of this world while losing the body?

Will you hold hands with me so I can steady myself?

Can we whistle together out into the dark mystery?

I am outside telling HAL that he doesn’t need to open the pod doors.

Hey, is the monolith an Archonic construction?

Can we go beyond The Demiurge?  Don’t answer.

With thoughts as immaterial as space dust,

flying off can be a lazy river –

river, water, ground, sky, space –

girl –

let go of the grass growing on the bank of the river.

Just open your hands and let go;

it really is as easy as that.

11 Responses to “floating out”

  1. Insomniac Eva September 1, 2013 at 1:52 am #

    HAL still gives me nightmares.

    • marga t. September 1, 2013 at 1:57 am #

      🙂 perhaps this is my way to transcend my fear of his steady, taunting voice.
      You are haunting me now with this amazing poem – corpses under the juniper trees! I am working my way through this brilliance – sorry to gush but wow!

      • Insomniac Eva September 1, 2013 at 2:03 am #

        Thank you. Yes, I guess our nightmares make for good poetry after the fact. 🙂 Good night. Hope your dreams are peaceful tonight.

  2. prewitt1970 September 1, 2013 at 1:56 am #

    Yeah my times been fluxing a bit lately, you stay with me Ms. no leaving with you me.
    Much love and light

    • marga t. September 1, 2013 at 2:13 am #

      Agreed- dear friend – no one way slipping away. When things get wonky – feels appropriate to call out for a cookie break with a friend…Wishes for sleepy dust and peaceful dreams for you!

      • prewitt1970 September 1, 2013 at 3:52 am #

        Can I get milk too w/ the cookies? 🙂 sending warm wishes.

  3. seeingm September 1, 2013 at 6:17 pm #

    As along as someone stays grounded enough to make it into the grocery store for the purchase of the milk and cookies and is willing to lightly hold the tethers, sharing then at a tea party in this new space is in order :). The secret is to leave enough of a foot print so as not to be arrested on the run into the market, but not so much as to get stuck in the endless loops about the price of fish.

    Grace filled are me lady’s tea parties (last four words said with that Manc lilt in the mind), exposed to the air here as we float away together. Excellent angle shares here on this blog, making beautiful consumption possible 🙂 . No sucking needed here. -x.M

    • marga t. September 1, 2013 at 11:55 pm #

      Finding that balance – tipping more toward the authorities being called in than getting lost in the price of fish talk 😉 I’ve been getting back to that footprint in the nick of time. It was close during thrift store real life improv with the girls this afternoon! The songs in the store combined with the items for sale revealing the absurd beauty in what we throw away and find again and how we can dance and sing most anywhere. Now the day is Finished off with Space Tea with Maren; every moment perfect; every day a perfect day – looking forward to hearing a genuine Manc lilt in person – full of wisdom and humor in the coming days! 🙂 Your commenting trail was great fun to follow!

  4. ptero9 September 2, 2013 at 2:25 pm #

    One of the things I enjoy about hiking mountainsides is being amidst the angular uncertainty that often makes me feel as if I should be flying. A trip on a rock or root momentarily breaks this spell landing me firmly back into my body.Vulnerability on the edge, yes. Sorry I forgot to bring cookies! Love to follow the winding path of your thoughts and the trail of crumbs from all your dear commenters. 🙂

    • marga t. September 2, 2013 at 4:26 pm #

      Ms. D – I actually see you flying and landing back as you describe yourself on the trail which makes your spell extend beyond your edges and into mine 🙂 I love the phrase angular uncertainty! So so nice to see you on this trail! this morning! – where I live is woefully flat by the seashore and I gaze longingly at the inclines in your world. With air this good, cookies can wait 🙂

      • ptero9 September 2, 2013 at 4:35 pm #

        Big smiles here marga! I come from flatland, LI, NY and miss it dearly. Perhaps that is why I never feel quite balanced here walking on mountain side trails, but I do love the almost flying feel of that. 🙂

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