Float
I used to dream of floating.
A jump and gravity disappeared.
I hung over trees, over cities,
floated over all the places I know,
with all the thrill of a roller coaster
on the way back down.
Around here, someone says
“I’m going for a float,” and
conjures up images of inner tubes,
sunglasses and a bottle of beer at the lake.
When I say I’m going for a float,
I mean earplugs and a thousand pounds
of Epsom salts in a pool.
No lights, but I like music.
I can feel it vibrate in my toes.
There’s a hundred shades of dark
I don’t see until I’m floating.
Gravity suspended, my thoughts
suspended, my body suspended.
Everything comes to a halt.
All the noise fades away.
Just let me float.
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Your float sounds so relaxing!