at the top of Moro Rock
among the butterflies
and highness
everything stretches out
uncurling, unfurling
the sky, the curvature of the earth
horizons and the cosmos
like a cat after a nap
sinuous, all muscle and fur
suspended between
the earth and sky
is dizzying, mind-bending
peak/ behind you
all that is before you
the mountains
streaked white and granite
cutting ragged gashes
into the blue
tops of trees spread green
defying gravity
some cling to the rockface
like climbers
strung with ropes and harnesses
but you prefer
the freefall
of flying
like the falcon, like the eagle
arms spread, legs straight
diving through space and time
you won’t hit bottom,
as the ground approaches
you swing up and high
to find your footing
between earth and sky
and the butterflies
fluttering up on moro rock
