IndigOranges

Somehow I am still FLying. Soaring between worlds. Between the SKy and the Earth. And the Stars. And the Eagles and the Gulls. They Swim past me. Gliding on the Thermals. Dreaming of Coasts. Beaches.Cliffs.Crags. Nests. Eggs. Waves. Surf. Eggs. Hatchlings. Babies. Fish.Turtles. I land on the beach. I see the dog sitting on the sand. Looking at the lighthouse. I ask him for the time. He gives me his time. And listens to me. All through the day. And the sunset. And the moon rises. He fell asleep at my feet. With the waves testing his slumber. He sleeps oblivious. To the waves at his feet. To the impending Thunderstorm. To the little crabs that scurry around his wet black nose.   Wonder what he dreams about. I keep looking at him for a long time. The moon sets on the other side of the cliffs. I look across at the tide now rising. It has reached the steps where i sit. It snatches my notebook. I run after the notebook. I snatch it back from the wave. One tight slap.

Five Floors Down I can see the Road. There are cars. Dogs. Gas Cylinders. A dead Crow. An Auto just went by. Packed with School kids and their homework. I look to my side. I see the Terrace of my neighbor. I see lots of pigeons. Roosting pigeons. Cooing pigeons. Mating pigeons. Loner pigeons. Grey. White. Black. Looking up now. I see a blue sky. Dazzlingly blue for a early winter morning. Blue the kind i would use a special filter on Photoshop to create. Make me think of flying and flapping my wings.  And of soaring to see people i haven't seen or spoken to in a long long time. But would they be happy to see me? Don't want my mind to go there now. Can't afford to waste time. I look back. I see the wall. A white wall with pigeon droppings. The other side of this wall is my living room. It has my TV. My gods. My paintings. My sofa. My Books. So i guess i do live there. I look to my right. There's a staircase that goes down. down and out on the road. F