A Matter Of Perspective

The present is flooding my chest

Gurgling waves are crushing my lungs

I’ve drowned in this ocean long before this storm

Watched his raging surface a million times

The water hisses only fingertips away

My crusty lips are silenced by this mirrored illusion

As I lay in her arms, she speaks to me so softly,

As if the world around us wouldn’t burn,

Waving her tale around my trembling limps

Were they that afraid when they discovered the roundness of earth?

Did they sense that we still would fall?

That everything would lead to this moment on the edge of the abyss?

Or did they know, it is only in the moment of falling, that you can begin to rise?


Artwork: “Rip” (fragment) by: Steven DaLuz