when i was much younger,
probably around 10 or so,

That I was Free Falling

and I woke up (!)

in a fright,
usually in tears.
my mom could not understand why.
she used to scold me, as i would try

explaining the terror of the never-ending blackness
that surrounded me in my falling

I had the same dream.
but instead of falling,

I was flying!
And in the dark around me,
I created the city lights

that helped illuminate,
where I was going
which was no place in particular,
because I was enjoying