Morpheus
Wondering what's above, letting go what's below.
After the fourth wave, maybe the fourteenth, maybe it was after the second margarita, I morph into a frigate. Jet black, triangular wings, spread wide, long forked tail that lets me sail effortlessly and far more gracefully than the gulls and pelicans clamoring below me.
I circle then soar higher than the other birds that mostly just hover above the beach then swoop down to pick apart the entrails of some unfortunate shark that some fortunate fisherman caught and cleaned earlier this morning. I circle higher and higher, looking up and rarely down, wondering what's above me, letting go what's below. I circle even higher until I'm but a black speck against a bright blue sky, the horizon gives way and Earth rises. I circle as far as I can and morph into a star shining brightly on all below, never again looking down nor wondering what might have been.



Love it! Thanks.
Beautifully written and powerful!