Sunday, June 04, 2006

Fear of Flight

I'm lying on the floor of a strange room, flat on my back, arms up, hands waving in the air, prepared to catch or fend off the beast running headlong toward me through the doorway. Just out of range, he leaps, a blur of long white fur with multi colored brindle hues, sailing over me past my fingertips in an impossibly long and graceful arc, only to land beyond and disappear at full gallop out the other door.
Two beats and he is back for the return flight, again overhead, fur pressed back by the wind, grinning ear to ear, out of reach.
This is the Harrigan of my dreams last night. This is the Harrigan I can't get out of my mind or out of my heart.