SleepingOrchid

Flight = INGENUITY: What if you fall? What if you fly?

We were all born knowing how to fly. In dreams we recapture that lost knowledge, soaring gravity-less above our quotidian terrain. But in our daytime lives, Flight becomes lost art, a feat mastered by moths, a state of freedom we can only envy.

Ingenuity is a critical re-imagining of “same-old, same-old.” We need to release the rage behind our boredom and adopt fresh thinking in order to find our Soulmate. We need to consider some “unlikely” packages. Maybe you never imagined yourself with a younger person, someone with children, or someone from a very different background.

In order to turn our useless, stubby appendages into wings we first project ourselves psychically into the air. See the world from a new angle. What does the hawk see as he floats over our traffic jam? Suddenly, falling becomes diving, lightness equals strength and floating becomes endurance. My old school had a challenge called “Night Problems” especially popular with daters – a blindfolded couple was dumped in the middle of Pennsylvania country and expected to find a way back to the school. Alert readers will recognize this as “orienteering”, a team sport in which participants’ true characters definitely emerge! Back when I was engaged, marriage counselors used to recommend sharing the same toothpaste or wallpapering a room together! Believe me, if you’re going to split up, it will happen then. True character most definitely emerges under these stressful conditions.

“HOW DID YOU MEET?”

You saw me naked
I saw you too close- up.
You hovered, teaching,
Between the green glimpses.
You drank vodka,
I drank wormwood.
You cut mountains down to size;
I’d no idea that one could take such charge of space.

Now I’m a toad-dweller,
Nostrils pierced by thorns, falling
Face-first into every hole.
You were the king the ghost pines saluted.

From this height I see
How you dove and danced!
Speeding through your love-drunk universe,
Infecting me with your own whiteness,

Dizziness, till all my blood drained out.
You challenged God;
I was the echo following after.
Yet here I am after all this time;

And what remains of you?