Catching Winds

At first glance. My heart skips a beat.

And I’m left breathless. I know I can’t take a second look until I catch my breath. But I’m feeling reckless.

Foolish I capture no image other than the sky’s. As I fall back unconscious. Did she shout?

If I manage to live thru this. She could claim to have knocked me out.

I heard a loud wack. As my neck is redirected and whiplashed into a second skull crushing smack on the pavement.

After which I guess I napped. I have no recollection of recovering in the sirens lap.

Each new speck of stinging light bites!

Bringing me more and more lucid despite.

My obvious dislike of daylight.

I retreat towards the shadows and heat. Pressing up to the warmth with my cheek. Unaware of the sight for sore eyes caring for me. The Kryptonite making my knees week.

Knock knock. The knot on my noggin grows. Everything I hear sounds and feels abusive. So it’s got me curling my toes.

Now before me I find? Who knows I’ve got no control of my senses to mind them. I’m getting nothing but a dial tone. Trying to check in on myself. My hang ups don’t define me. Where might I be?

I fall back into my dreams. Chasing a peace elusive. But a single heartbeat sounds off deep about soul. And I found that intrusive.

Though it’s also conducive with spurring ones curiosities. Inducing thoughts and feelings of wonderment. Which sends me searching my imagination. For what might be found around the next untouched corner.

When she spoke I woke and was astounded. Compounding my bewilderment? A clear vision of. That from which like it’s heat I to have risen.

“What am I missing? Who do I owe apologies? Beg forgiveness from on my knees?”

She cuts in “At ease” silencing me.

Holding me closely while whispering guarantees of no underlying animosity.

I cling to her legs. Not unlike twin towering trees. Making note of every color and shade that comes to mind. Floating in and out of lucidity. With each autumn breeze. As it kicks up skirts and leaves. I agree it’s time to part ways with this daydream but...:

I can’t make the leap. I’ve no legs underneath me. And figure the learning curves to steep. It’s these excuses again plaguing me. I think to scream pinch me.

Which did she?

I guess I’ll reap what I sow later. And use this free time to get so more sleep. I’m beat. Maybe sometime outside of a dream we’ll actually meet. When I’m, if I’m ever back on my feet.

I fear the cold won’t be long now. Still not flatlining though. Who else hears heart beats down deep? Again stemming from a source of heat that’s fading fast. Like my recollection of her visage. That was vague from the start. On second thought that’s how this all got started.

“Wake up sally I guess I got something to say to you”

I’ve already imagined her a million different ways. Each more sensational than the next. I don’t even know her name or number. Why would she ever see me as fit to text?

I’ve inked her into history. If only my own though that may have been. The extent to which her legend grows is no longer only up to me. But any who lay eyes on her story now as well. Just gather your breath first. Is the only advice I’ve to offer any peepers on prose.