Another miracle: me, weightless again. It only looks like metal tossing us skyward— the astute knows the spirit hefts all. As we’re distanced from that to which we return I remember. It is the fault of the aeroplane to move so fast. No soul was meant to. But its gift is the distancing, if only for a flash offering a glimpse of each and every one of our whens.
Tyler Rogness is learning to sink into the small moments that fill a life. He loves deep words and old books, a story well told, and his wonderful family who put up with his nonsense. His writing has appeared in Ekstasis Magazine, The Rabbit Room, and the Amethyst Review, among other publications. More of his work can be found at awakingdragons.com.
You’ve done it again, Tyler. Brilliant.