out of body

weightless,
mirthfully powerless,
lying in my bed,
removed a pace from reality:
alight in my feelings
I am reduced to molecules
as small and weightless as air,
life drains from my head
like sand, like gradients
drifting upward then hovering static.
only the awareness of my fingers,
and roof of my mouth
hold me to the ground:
I am apart from my body.
such a feeling could be frightening,
and yet there is comfort all around:
as though I were a little girl again
floating in a tidal pool at low tide,
water humming in my ears
and gently holding me.


*the ending of another poem which deserved its own poem... have you ever experienced this?