Waking in the half-state
within the space where worlds collide
with no need to run away and hide,
where languages merge to help us realize
our old reality has solemnly died,
we are born anew and lifted high
above the horizon and into the sky
in the arms of the ripening sun
where all new life begins.
Every single day, we turn
in the arms of stars to find our way.
How wild this earth-turn
ride around the sun
across our galaxy spiraling wide
into a universe where silent winds blow.
Where we shall land we do not know.
On mornings like this we do not care.
We are content to fly on currents of air,
floating across places yet to be seen,
across new horizons and new sunrises
to worlds we have never been.
We find new courage to open our wings
and finally let our true hearts sing
in praise of the morning sky’s rising
after the night’s long-dreaming sights
to find ourselves newly alive.
We shout with joy, “What a ride!”
annarino writes 