Submission

There are nights when I allow myself to get possessed by this spirit.

But those moments  are not mystical. It is because the experience  something that I often deal with every time I pop a bottle open to drink and drown the sorrow, the frustration, the guilt and even boredom.

And there are times that when that spirit enters my body, it clouds my mind, my heart and my conscience. Yet there are moments that it makes my blood rush like the waters of Piscataqua.

It isn’t numinous but I have to admit there’s something magical about it—it brings me to some of the most interesting places  I’ve never been to.

It takes me to Galapagos. It takes me to the rings of Saturn. It takes me to someone else’s arms.

And right at this moment, I think I am possessed.

And it took me in this realm where I would perhaps choose to stay for good.