Laser

Sometimes I imagine falling.
I reach out
my hands outstretched
feeling nothing but air
but in my head
the gladness of being
half way between
one state
and the next.
A forbidden transition.

Would I light up?
Maybe my beam of energy
would be so intense
and narrow
I could cut paper
or glass:
a searing line
adhering what I am now
to what I was then.