CF - ZMV
My stomach was a butterfly
Before I even left the ground.
And then -
There I was, suspended somehow,
Above the earth.
Quickly the objects below
Became toys
And I felt as though I could
Reach down
And play with each one.
At times, under me
There was a map of a town,
But the maps gave way
To patch-work quilts,
And then to multi-coloured bedspreads.
I loved that I could see
How shallow became deep,
And watch the roads like
Ant tracks wind
Beneath me.
Then it was my turn
To take control…
There were no lines,
No guard rails,
Only the horizon to guide.
It was over all too soon,
But not before I saw
The sun lie down
Behind the hills.
