flying high above / by Ellen Sorensen

flying high above the tallest mountains

walking below the highest trees

and somewhere between all this

i lost my breath and closed my eyes

 

then the world opened its magic to me

and i saw the bright lights

eyes fluttered open wider than ever

 

here i am, a small sneeze

in the grandness of the universe

 

so this is how i'll begin

with visions of past, present, future

perspective in snow and sea

steady gaze ahead to that brilliant light