#25

The Sky’s Dream

written by Mathias Svalina

I gather myself up, from horizon to horizon, like a huge piece of wrapping paper, crumpling myself down into a ball. The wind blows & the crumpled up ball of me rolls away. I watch it/me go. I left in the skyless day. People look up into the space where the sky used to be. I do not know what they see there. But none of them can stop looking.