I stood next to the window
and leaned against space
time drifting above the trees
cresting with the waves of sunlight.
The salmon pink petals of poppies
were my wings.
A clematis vine tethered me
securely from touching the sun’s heat.
Stars flew from the tips of my fingers
and my feet became coiled fronds.
I drank ellipses of energy
from freshly flowing ethereal springs.
And in that fractional space
of orbital bliss,
the velocity of time slowed
for my edges of awareness
heeded the acute need
for the deepest healing of silence.