I lay waking and sleeping horizontal between the curves of heaven and earth
I did not know it is a silent place
where light begins and ends.
With each blink of the eye
the light changes
and I remain motionless
weightless and weighted.
Thin as a slip of paper
strong as it’s words.
The mowed grass beneath me is as warm as the air that kisses me from above
but this fine line of myself laying
horizontally inside of a space
only wide enough for open eyes closing
means that I will never see anything other than
the sun rising and the sun setting.