Image by Kristine Cinate

WHIMSY

the madrigal, volume iii

The infinite meadow

by jerrod laber

Standing atop the clouds,
I spy the many hills below,
the leafy green top sheet of
their undulating cartography
stretching for miles on end.
Ziplining down on a ray of
light from the sun, perfectly
threading the needle through
a flock of confused birds,
I bounce off of the forest’s
canopy, dense and playful,
several times before finally
falling through, the branches
guiding my descent, landing
softly in a big pile of leaves,
where I find myself next to
my dog. Getting up, we start
running towards the infinite
meadow just beyond the trees.

Jerrod Laber is an Appalachian poet and writer, currently based in the Tidewater region of Virginia.