At The Appointed Hour

this poem was written in Danielle Coffyn’s poetry circle

At The Appointed Hour

Having awakened at the crack of dawn.
Having stood atop the stalks of grain.
Having skirted the rims of the canyons.
Having rolled across the treetops.
Having lifted up the edges of the sky.
Having scooted under the gates of heaven.
Having riffled through God’s documents and letters.
Having set my watch to universe time.
Having zipped myself into my new body.
Having slid down the golden staircase of heaven.
Having hurled all helmets and hats from my house.
Having set free the brooms and appliances from my house.
Having slipped my feet into hypersonic boots.
Having scored the scooter from the boy next door.
Having set my course by the first star to the right.
Why now would I heed the sorrows of the past?
I will not look back.
I travel into the unknown lands.
And if I should slide off the world’s edge into the mouths of dragons,
I shall count myself most fortunate and most free.
For I belong to the wind and the wild places.
I have set my course.
I sail straight on until morning.