by Niamh Crowley
I was given a moment,
A chance to be taken from the mud,
To move closer to the Sun;
To breathe, to feel, to see
That my world was less significant
And much smaller than I had thought.
There I drifted among the clouds.
I tasted life as the unknown pursued me.
I saw its shape and crept by,
A felon escaping discovery
For I trespassed in the land of the living.
A simple pinprick burst my bubble
And, plummeting to the earth, I laughed;
So absorbed in memory and the sensation
of being fulfilled that I did not realize
I was no longer soaring.
My eyes transformed the image.
As the soil that had swallowed me
Appeared to give life;
Where my tears had fallen