When the sky meets water or the earth a flatness fills the space.
When one thinks of flatness it's might be the flip of the hand or a pancake,
it's a horizon bigger than us. It's where dawn meets. Or dusk.
The time between times. The place between place.
All my life I have wondered what happens when we let go.
When we move on.
What if we really aren't that important.
What if we are that tiny speck seen from the airplane
that carries us place to place.
We might be a river or a canyon.
We might be a crack in a cloud that shows nothing but sky.
We might be the crack. Or the cloud. Or the sky.
I want to be everything and all.
xo
