Resurfacing

Twice today I finished typing

and hit the “send” button,

and noticed that my heart was sounding

that homing drum,

that turning thump

that signified

travel to altered states,

passage through some narrow place,

(speed-squeezed along the airfoil,

pulled through the lift

of the attenuated pressure)

the re-emerging into normal day

requiring decompression,

proof that I had touched the table

of some deep-lying truth.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 10, 2014