Harpazō

I stared at the painted sky as the wind danced clairvoyantly, and the hairs on my skin rose in quiet curiosity.

A moment. A feeling. Then, a long, loud blast.

The sound grounded the earth’s breath,

but a deeper silence rose within me,

a voice that spoke beyond words: “Come.”

Earth exhaled. Heaven inhaled.

The wind no longer touched my skin, it passed through me,

as if I had become air. My feet left the ground.

I was here.

Then I wasn’t.