The Difference
A poem by Michelle Norsworthy
Sitting on cloud nine
Redirecting the flow of energy¬
Beaming from my third eye
Surrounded by smoke
Floating deep
Against an orange sky
The moon’s high in my peripheral
blocking out the physical
baptize me in the visceral
it’s spiritual
In spirit you’ll no longer need
Those visuals, it’s sensual
I sense you will give in
To the miracle it gives to you
I let go