At the top of Vanderwhacker Mountain

I am rewarded with blue and green

Stained glass dragonflies the size of my fist

Swooping out past the cliff’s edge and back

In broad infinities that, endless, begin and begin again.

And I wonder how it would feel to not notice my own smallness

Or that the earth had fallen away beneath me

Like it did when I first knew I didn’t know you.

The day your face became foreign to me,

Thin lips twisted up into a sneer,

And I could not tell what was real, or where to put my feet

So I launched into a freefall, never stopping

Until I landed at the base of this mountain

Where halfway up there is a hidden pond with a black bear

Who cares not that I have found her here in her floating landscape.

Lazy horseflies land on my shoulders, preferring to ride

Rather than fly on their own weightless wings, which, I am convinced

Propelled me forward on numb legs to the top of Vanderwhacker Mountain

Where I am rewarded with blue and green stained glass dragonflies

Swooping out past the cliff’s edge and back in broad infinities that, endless, begin

And begin again.