He didn’t quite know what to do with himself.
They don’t teach disembodiment in school,
or church, in University classrooms,
or in 12 step meetings.
His parents never said a word.
At first he didn’t know anything had happened.
The truth began to present itself
pretty quickly.
Walls that could be moved through.
Friends and family who didn’t answer.
The change was abrupt.
The adapting took much longer.
Flying, interacting.
Avoiding the evil ones.
Helping the young ones.
Making friends only to have them disappear.
There’s a learning curve.
He wished there was a class to attend.
Flying was clunky when you didn’t know how.
Not having a body was a struggle.
The transformation hard to maneuver.
The future increasingly uncertain.
It was much harder being disembodied,
than it looks in the movies.
Such an interesting topic and approach. Fascinating poem. Loved reading this!