between hopelessly hopeless and infinitely infinite.
rewriting the same story
over and over again.
the same thought swimming around in your mind,
“hey, i think i’ve seen that tree before.”
looking back to see
you’ve been forever stretched, like a gum of rope,
from one end to another,
weathering a great and beautiful expanse –
it is yet to be seen.
she spun herself underwater as if gravity were pulling her the other way around
as if the surface of the water were a looking glass into the sky
she touched it with her toe, walking on water, toying with the fabric of the universe
ripples like folds of blue
bubbles like the stars catching fire
swirls of purple majesty and wisps of a silver-cream
silence in slow-motion.
and then she stopped. and it was time to go.