Portals

~Four Portals~

The snowbird is lurking in the first portal

His song lures me into the physical

So much activity through this first plane

I see the ocean

I feel the double warmth from the reflection of the water and the sun’s glowing shine

I hear the pounding of feet surrounded by white sneakers

They run across the sand

I can inhale healthy bodies and the smell of fresh perspiration

I see the runners, tan bodies and jogging clothes

Ball caps and tight sun visors upon their heads

I sense I do not belong here …

The  snowbird from the second portal summons my mind

I hear the thinkers, the low hum of debate

Some are speaking of war, few of peace

I see many chairs and long tables

I smell the tears of those who don’t agree

I taste the salted drops

I sense struggles

Battles to be won from within

The past is not left behind

And, I feel I don’t belong …

The third snowbird chirps loudly

I am in an emotional plane

I see fresh denial

Lips repeating ‘not mine’

Not my family

Not my Father

Not my brother

I smell anger - a strong odor

Like winter damp corn fields

It creeps and lingers

I hear loud voices

I cover my ears

I taste confusion – it tastes as warm milk – hard to swallow

I sense nervously

I don’t belong here …

I hear Christmas in the fourth portal

I am drawn by the white, luminous light and cool breeze

Once again I hear the sound of soft carousel music like plucking copper tin

I taste cool water – I no longer thirst

I smell fresh wind of winter days without the chill

I sense a higher being and truth for myself

I see reflection, meditation, and contemplation

And, I feel I belong …

~ by Patricia Hine Stewart on November 30, 2006.