Perhaps

A free verse poem about the nature of thought.

 

 

The ground is growing

My stomach is a balloon

I'm inclined to swallow air

Falling

 

The airplane flies pass me

I flip in the air;

I'm in the cockpit

Flying

 

And yet I try to keep my eyes on it

Even though I can see trees

I keep my eyes up tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Always up

 

Oh, how wonderful it is in the cockpit

I can see all the sky without falling

Perhaps I can fly if I flap my wings

Perhaps

 

Perhaps I can jump off the ground

Perhaps the plane with catch me

Perhaps if I will the plane towards me and hope real hard--

Smack