Touching Down

There may come a time when your belief
pauses in its flight and questions itself.

Perhaps it will only be for a brief moment,
but in the breathless space of that small opening
your feet may touch the ground again.

It will feel somewhat strange at first
and yet vaguely reminiscent, as if
you once walked the earth naturally.

Soon enough you find yourself
back in the clouds, the dreamy sky,
but now you remember the sensation
of solidity, the vitality of upright walking.

Yes, you imagine you may try it
again, perhaps sometime soon.

This makes the contours of your mouth
form into a very slight but definite smile.



About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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