Fat Molly
hufflepuff hobbit
To Be Grounded
by Fat Molly9/6/2010
So many people dream and desire to be light.
To be free like a bird.
To fly.
It's why the airplane was invented.
Why Icarus died.
Why pixie dust enchants us.
Why
Perhaps
Our society strives to be thin.
I, myself, am less enthused.
I once dreamt of a beautiful experience:
I awoke to the sound of Peter Pan calling me,
Standing in my open window
He said to leap
And I leapt
And I flew.
And I presently awoke
And mimetic inspiration seized me:
I jumped.
And I fell down.
And then I realized that I was dreaming still.
Dreaming that I was awake.
And then I awoke, truly now,
And never understood the dream
In its entirety.
'Til now, perhaps?
Overwhelmed by gravity
By weight.
Human beings fight it
But! Without the aid of machines
Cannot.
It is only in an airplane
In a hot air balloon
In a helicopter
Or a hang-glider
That a human can fly.
Never alone.
We do not have wings.
We were not meant to fly.
We are bound to the earth.
So there is a certain glory, in fatness
That is lacking in ther person
Who forces themselves to conform.
The acceptance in the heavy person
who knows that our place is not in the air
and embraces that state of being.
Who is not reluctant to become as dense as ice
while the rest of the water of the world
strives to become steam.
Who knows that what the poets say
about earthboundness being a punishment,
is thoughtless ignorance.
We're not unnatural, selfish Dionysians
We're embracing our humanity.
We were meant to be grounded.
And, probably, to be rounded.
