catching the wind

Every morning for the past two years there is a moment (sometimes several) where, with eyes closed and before I have moved a muscle, that I feel completely normal. A blind eye unopened does not know that it cannot see ... completely motionless, atrophied and spastic limbs still think they can lift and hold a crying grandchild and can walk more than 10 yards without assistance.
I lay there in this state for as long as possible, revelling in this fantasy of normalcy. It only lasts a few seconds and then it is gone and I am left with reality ...  but holding onto the hope that one day I will catch the wind yet fearing that one day I will stop trying,

"In the chilly hours and minutes

Of uncertainty, I want to be

In the warm hold of your loving mind

To feel you all around me

And to take your hand along the sand

Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind"

~Donovan Leitch