–that moment, the world was a snort,
a tangle gold grass of a joke
dangling
from flapping wings.
Every tree was a jiggling
fat belly secret,
beautiful things
hidden
in a giddy fever heat.
I laughed so openly,
a horizon bemused
as to why the world had ever
seemed so limited and dark.
Though, before I knew,
the stars had crystalized.
In their frozen light
was that sterile
familiar
cold.