There was a time
when I would levitate
over my formal
dining room table
and I would not hesitate
when I would jump
over wide large hills
Perhaps I was dreaming
Perhaps I was awake
Perhaps it had meaning
I do not think it was fake
I would imagine driving
my mother’s sewing machine
along avenues wide and shining
like those in the United States
Then
I would levitate on D.C.
intending to fix the split
as I could see
within all its loosely fit
political states
Carefully
I would park myself back
on my bed
rested and relaxed
as if I had never left
There is no need to fear
for it happened
during another time
and in another sphere
