Wishful

by Dan Raphael

my house is moving like a train
exiting this city, rising into clouds

everything around me so tall
when i look up i only see more.
my spine can now bend almost 180 degrees
the back of my head brushing my calves
but everything’s still up–side up

the music leaving my mouth
ripples in circles like water a stone fell in
but i didn’t see or hear anything plop.
is the music from something that fell into my inside.
the horizons are the edges of my body seen from within
how my mind translates body parts
into mountains, lakes and a distant city

i do not have to leave to travel
channels changing seamlessly
i’ve grown beyond the need for transitions