Poem #33: Tsst

There is a place
Where you and I could
Possibly fall and learn
That the sky is not
A ceiling
Not a river
Not a net

There, in the middle
We could stand
Like fountains,
Could be
Triumphant, for once
Forever?

I would catch you
If the sky
Swooped down to claim you
Tried to trap you
Learned to steal you
From my fingers
Caked with cloud

There is nothing
Besides fire,
Other than rivers,
Nothing else like
Sunsets and rain
And the aftermaths of both

I was there
When you climbed
Up into the sky
And I laughed
That you would have
To come down sometimes

We could be there
In the middle,
Not in the rainclouds,
Not in the alphabet;
Just here,
Nowhere,
Everywhere
Where you can’t fall
And you can’t climb
And the monotone beat
Of your heart thumps
Making a disaster
Of melody.


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Not entirely sure when/why this was written, but I'm pretty sure it's from the viewpoint of a character in a story I wrote about a year ago, which involved a bunch of surreal/fantasyish crazy alternate universe goodness.