Other worlds

There's a hubbub in the air

A gentle settling of the tendrils

Alive, drifting in from the heavens

Above, floating into our world,

Across shoulders, over heads

Bared to the sun's glow and

Warming souls with music and

Chatter and people and dogs

And things.

This world is not a world I know,

Is not a world I am familiar

Within, is a world to which I

Become acquainted and yet

Remain outside. I know not

Why, perhaps I am drawn to

Another crowd, another bustle,

Another jostling set of voices.

These voices speak quiet yet

More insistent, and ask more of me

In every moment and yet also give

So freely. They do not judge me,

Do not expect me to be anything

Other than I am, they are

The voices of wind, of earth

Of tree of water of storm,

Rain falling gently in sheets over

A land that calls it in, of

Eagles spiralling high above in

Greater gyres, and so I am.

Circling in a great gyre across

This, this place of wondrous

Peopled community, gentle folk,

My tribe and yet not, my

Connection to a human world

From which I feel myself

Take my leave, to wander the

Otherworldly realm that is always

Here, always present yet

Silenced, like the heavens

Behind the booming light of Sun.

And this is it, this is the in between

In between fully fledged madness

And a sanity that abides in

Realms beyond words.