It looks like a soft
Strange cushion of
Cotton just pulled
Out of the package
Below
It goes on forever
All the way
To the blazing blue
White stained horizon
Angels must have
Fallen through these
Lazy clouds while
Refusing heaven
(Finally)
Dropping on snowy
Green mountainsides
Onto filthy pavements
In dark alleyways
Many into vast seas
I’ve fallen through them
More than a few
Times, but
Always eventually
Bouncing back
So far
Something lost each time
They’re opening up now
Making holes
Exposing green earth
The sun making a river
Glow
A long curving snake
The earth is
Over-rated
And the delicate ones
Often decide to
Fall off