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Honey said: Estou viajando.
Literal translation: I am traveling.
I understood: She was tripping:
her mind wandering
to places and spaces
far and near,
clear and opaque,
leading her unto a state
of elevated consciousness.
Perhaps something could be amiss.
She wouldn’t know.
She’s focused on the microcosm
of pleasure and sensation.
I say “Legal, boa viagem.”
Loosely translated:
Cool, have a great trip.
Better yet, why don’t you just take me with you?
I want to see what the 10,000 foot view
looks like from a different plane.
Not a plane that flies.
A plane of consciousness
where I can sit back, relax,
and enjoy the Height.
Yeah mon, Height,
Dat what da rasta Etiopian
call it in d countryside.
There a dime sack is really a dime.
I find myself wonderin
how do I get a ticket to ride?
Might I persuade you to share?
Affirmative. I got five on it.
See, I’d like to escape the reality
that’s been weighing me down:
I awake lonely,
reaching for a phantom lover
as I greet the new day,
totally infatuated with an idea.
Is there any confusion why I am confused?
I’m bored with this topic,
so let's drop it.
Can I board yet?
I don’t have any baggage.
Other than that what I carry on.
No, I can’t see it either.
But I’m sure its there.
Packed and ready-to-go.
And I imagine it’ll fit
underneath the seat in front of me.
That is if I can get it off my back.
No,
I don’t have
an itinerary
and later,
I may not remember
where I’ve gone.
Rest assured, however,
I’ll enjoy the ride
Preparing for takeoff,
I tear a piece off the safety card
from the seat pocket in front of me,
and roll it into a crutch.
Anybody got a light?
Legal! Let's ignite
and lift off.
Breathing deeply
in a sweet cloud bank,
I embark.
Estou viajando.
I am traveling
Tudo bem.
All is good.
At 10,000 feet,
I can barely make out
the rivers of tears cascading
through the valleys of pain and despair.
I find myself mesmerized by the
rugged ridges of strength and courage
leading unto plateaus of love and hope.
I am exhilarated by the snow-capped peaks
of excitement and experience.
Spectacular and majestic,
they enhance the landscape,
dwarfing the plains below.
I see no grand canyons or death valleys,
only the vast expanse of plains,
sprinkled with minor variations
in elevation and topography,
adding character to the landscape.
Gullies of guilt abutt
fields of empathy.
Meadows of tolerance
nestle among forests of acceptance.
Streams of honesty fill
lakes of integrity.
I admire the cliff of unconditional love.
Appreciating the plains
allows me to fully absorb
the beauty
das montanhas
of the mountains
Without peaks and valleys
the topology is boring
and meaningless.
É importante
It's important
to distinguish
the intricacies of the terrain.
How else might one orient themselves
towards the peaks?
It's all so clear at 10,000 feet
cuando
estou viajando.
title: Cuando Estou Viajando
author: daveed.meta