There is no wholly secure space. I listened with intent and many expectations. Her voice kissed with a bang the start of my labyrinth journey. She told me not to count time when looking down. Watch the parade of ghostly floats.
On the main street of all I am in this time and space. I stood flag in hand waiting to cheer on the parade. The dizzy warmth of the sun seeped into my pores; it had to know I was nervous. Immediately I felt calm, ready and more importantly in the home of my make believe.
I knew without looking up, each float would hold the image I had always wanted to see, to live. And I was ready, really ready to see one float in particular; the one carrying my Father and me. I was ready, really ready to see my Father weep. I was ready, really ready to hear my Father’s words. I am ready, really ready to feel my Father holding me.
Even if only
in my make believe
where ghostly floats
the images of
how I imagined
it would have been.