at the top

you can find my mind
at the top
of the world

I’ll be thinking
how
to make bread
from water
and flour
in a bowl

what binds things
what
keeps them apart
what makes them rise
like

my mind is up
at the top
of the world

I’m thinking about
what’s been
can I see
what’s to come
from up here

no
but I imagine

I imagine
every bit of it
the air is clean
and my mind is here

at the top
of the world
I look down
on paradise

yes
there I am
in paradise
looking up
at the bird
flying around
the top of the world

looking down
on me

I’m here

I
am here

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© Frank Prem, 2017

September 2017 Poem #26: leaves