When looking over the edge of a deep hole
it becomes difficult to not fall in and vanish
from the surface of the Earth. Some might find this
fun. It’s a sudden disappearance, abrupt and not that unusual.
Like looking at a bird calmly drinking from the birdbath then
you look away, you look back, and the bird is gone. Of course
there’s no sense in looking for it.
I’ll put my shoes on and go outside.
Another not-that-unusual disappearance. When I go outside
I feel the air and it reminds me that there’s a world.
Maybe too much of one. I’m receptive to the wind
and the open spaces, to the small cloudlets just trying to become
something larger over time before they decide to go to the earth, dripping.
I know you think it’s a crazy thought, the clouds filling the ground
is something inconceivable, but we will all find ourselves
standing in the mist, relentlessly querying into the grey, looking for our familiar.
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