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
© Frank Prem, 2017
September 2017 Poem #26: leaves
