maybe i'll fly

it feels as though nothing else exists

up above these clouds;

where the sun dances

with the moon,

kisses her craters one by one—

leaves her to whisper to the stars.

up in this new world,

the sky looks like a pond below,

where koi fish

that look like clouds

are unmoving and silent;

it's a graveyard parallel to ours.

would i find my peace

if i leapt off the wings,

into the unknown?

perhaps i wouldn’t fall,

like so many others before me;

maybe i’d fly.