disenchanted with the tarmac we knew so well,
we began to run.
something made us feel that if only we ran into the horizon
we might somehow vanish
into infinity,
into a point.
we ran so much
we ran so fast
we looked to the left and right
and suddenly we were
higher than before,
feet no longer gripping ground
we began a steady ascent
breathing more deeply the longer we looked,
the higher we flew
we began to dream
forgetting the city of our departure,
holding steady, getting to know,
until in one hail Mary push
we said, we’re not ready but it’s time!
we broke free of the cloud!
gasping for air,
finding there was no need to breathe;
we were imbibed.
we have never been more close
to the sun; it blinds us.
our pupils shrink out of humility;
we lower our gaze
to see even more beauty.
poignantly spun, these words are
thank you :)