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.