We lay side-by-side on the cool grass, splayed out on our backs, holding hands so that we don't fall into the yawning abyss of the night sky. The fireflies are our own enchanted lanterns, bobbing in the sea hanging above our bodies.
The humidity is a seat belt holding us to the earth.
I let go of your hand and I kick off from the ground, swimming out into the atmosphere. I grab a handful of stars and fashion them into rope. I toss one end down to you and you climb up towards the ocean of air.
We paddle out to the moon and it cradles us as we nestle into it's curves, looking down at the earth as if it were the night sky.
No comments:
Post a Comment