Infinity and Beyond
By Jacky Pearson
i can feel my yearning coming to an end.
my tears no longer run,
my spiral no longer spins,
my hole no longer digs,
i’m free to look above and watch the light shine in.
what is on the surface, though?
will i get to wave with the leaves?
flow with the stream?
fly with the birds?
is it the sun beaming down upon me,
her loving gaze blessing my body?
or is it just you
holding a torch
gripping a rope
standing
in a padded room?