Somewhere a bike bell dings,
I am lying down in the park,
The earth beneath me,
The sun above me.
I hear voices
From bodies beyond my line of sight
Their invisible mouths speaking,
Conversing
Around me,
Over me,
Through me,
As if I am the air,
Not a body,
Just molecules vibrating in the space between them.
I hear the flapping of wings
A pigeon flies over me,
As if I am a blade of grass
Protruding from the soil,
Of the earth,
But rising up.
Invisible,
Uninvolved,
And yet somehow,
It is as if,
I am part of it all.
