
I run downhill
faster than I ever have
amazed not to fall
in the darkness
into the glen
breathing so heavy
that I feel
my heart and head
will explode
my lungs fill
with the living smell
of moss, cold winds,
and promise
alone, dizzy
so easy to follow
overhead orbits
since I’m spinning
concentric myself
For a moment
it’s plain
precisely life
no doubt about
the origin or the outcome
anyone can see that
everyone has
caught the glimpse
the bug
the drift
the gist
up in the landslide
until it stops
vague and dead
with nothing but doubt
of the many things
that no one gets
or has missed
like planes, the point
and you
Here in the field
I’m the center of all creation
through me light must pass
on its ride to the other side
© Chagall, 2013
