A WAY IN
BY ADEN THOMAS
Sometimes our chariots are pulled
by hummingbirds. Their wings
flash little ghosts of silver
in the searchlight of the moon.
They create a ripple in the wind
the color of infinity.
It’s the same ripple
we imagine passes through a lion’s mane.
We swim through caverns to find a light.
That light is a ripple that never left.
We keep a pocket full of vines
for ripples tethered to the ground.
We let go of the handlebars
or remove them completely
before the ride begins.
We feel that tiny wind.
We close our eyes and run with cheetahs
to swell our veins again.
We climb into the tower and feel time
from the concussion of the bells.
We swim into the sea.
We listen to the whales
and their echolocation through water.
We return with knowledge of the tides.
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