Quirky

Upside down, the sky’s the limit,

The branches of trees like fingers stirring a pond,

Sounds are distant, as though heard through a pillow,

My heart races like a star blazing across the night,

Like a great fan, my hair tumbles down to brush the earth,

Nature captured in a new light, like the sight returned to a blind man,

Rich golden laughter peals through the air, light as a child’s,

The clouds drifting like errant thoughts to shape anew,

Seasons sift through the worn hands of Father Time,

On and on and on again, eternity rejoices.