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I stare up at the sky as you’d look down
at an inlet from the top of a cliff; my toes
grip the edge, I imagine rotations, paths I’ll need
to execute perfect spirals.

I swing, to and fro, once, twice, and again to build up momentum,
calves, thighs, I’m ready, spring-dive, I release, I fall or I float,
it’s hard to distinguish which when One is topsy-turvily challenged,
gravitationally advantaged, determined and faith-rich.

I know I’m there when I brush a cloud, so I open my eyes a moment,
a peek, great falls from here; boats above and planes below,
eagles, balloons, schools and gaggles, canopies, reefs, eddies and updrafts,
earth light falls on night break, I ascend, so excited, I’m the girl in the moon.

© Chagall 2013