Walking On The Ceiling Poem by Jeff Hughes
Walking On The Ceiling
I wish I could walk upon the ceiling,
stare up at the floor tiles overhead,
glance down at the fluorescent tubes underfoot.
After a while I'm sure,
I would grow tired, bored of the newfound floor,
and yearn to strut upon the linoleum once more.
But perhaps we don't know
we've been walking on the ceiling all along,
and the floor tiles wish to be back above us,
right where they belong.
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4/25/2024 5:58:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I think this poem is so cool. It's creative and fun. Nice read!