Presupposition Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staring out into landscapes from a hospital room,
noticing mountains in the distance.

Standing regally in their stances, beckoning to
come climb them and see what they are hiding upon
their rocky sides.

Jets taking off, going up into the skies at angles
to earth, looking beautiful in their stark little
airy worlds.

Clouds being layered in currents, soon to be leading
into storms, pouring rain and cooling down earth.

Misty-colored air touching gently with a presupposition
to life's other side.

Another sign of what can be seen when going within
to learn something more than what is now known.