by Niamh Crowley


I was given a moment,

A prize.


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;

Flowers grew

Where my tears had fallen