Returning

If the Earth were flat,
Our prayers would be orbits
Ballet dancing to become bridges,
So we could moonwalk into the night sky.

There is no jesus underwater
Or in outer space
But we keep praying anyway

Our toes lift us for the jump,
And just before we make the leap,

We have already fallen asleep,
Lazy in our space suits,
Our oxygen masks become
Alarm clocks.

We float like fishes
And broken wings,

We dream like boats
And swallows

And when the fall finally ends,
And the sky is still,

We will wake up with our eyes closed,
But glinting beneath the muddy palms of the earth.

 

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