Public Liberation
It was a Friday evening
and we were free.
It was a moment.
We were free from the restraints
and filters of masking.
We were free to be an interracial
couple in public.
We were free from racist stares
and biased sniveling.
We were free to dine out
while listening to live music.
The air was charged with acceptance,
joy, and willingness to be.
I swirled my bourbon
and as it wafted into my flared nostrils
the oaked and aged scintillas
grabbed my spirit and flew me
out of my physical body.
Floating on another plane
where I was once you and you
were once me
and all of us had taken on other
forms.
Spirit in drink and spirit in ether
we scintillated and spread
swirling in air
mixing a heady, euphoric
drink in a bigger universe’s
shaker glass.
My physical body
thrumming and
sternum with ribcage vibrating
to the music
my skeleton rocking me back,
harkens my astral body to return.
Joy in liberation and libation.
