The World Is Flat
The world is flat
and I stand at the edge of it
ready to leap into endless possibilities.
I raise my arms, bend my knees
forward into nothing.
Air sweeps me up
its hands around my torso
as I glide through the crisp and windy nothingness.
I see an island.
There is a tree.
I turn my body, as if flying is my natural state
and I head towards that island.
Gently I lower onto the soft, silken sand.
My bare feet warmed by its embrace.
Ahead I see the tree
and beneath the tree stands a man.
I step carefully ...