with feet in the air
my head is swimming
through clouds
soaring above this life
which i struggled to know
and down far below
i see traces of stories
like lines in tall grass
crisscrossing a landscape
stretched out like the past
of all i used to call home
only now miles higher
flying faster than sound
there’s clarity at last
and the trick i think
is not to get stuck
in fog thicker than mud
or crash back to the ground.
