here i am, horizontal again
spread out along the furniture
curled up into the corner
tilted, twirling through
a stationary dream
horizontal, parallel with the smooth mountains
and the sun rises and sets
with my breathing
horizontal, like the sand dunes stretching
connect-the-dots with every oasis
dry land, searching for water
here i am, horizontal again
lying down, searching for the words
that will bring my feet back down to earth
and the seeds
that will plant my soles firmly into the carpet
and let me go on with my day