I walk amongst the hallowed grove,

Foretold by many tales, in many forms.

I see a shine of ocean’s hue

And i think:

That must be the earth. I gaze upon it from my very satellite

Like the 50’s lying radio shows of walking trout and sapphire ziggurats

This, too, must be a reimagining of our most faithful astrological companion,

An illusory past of an eden of rumpus animals 

Of fairy fire and ancient structures,

Oh joy!

Oh whimsy! I think,

above,

I leap five feet        and across,

And my eye catches

A flash of white

I revelation

The blue was simply a reflection, and environmental trick

It was never my home which I gazed upon, and i become

Grounded once again

not on the moon anymore

And though the jaguars still chase dogs under gaze of the baboons,

And the ocean’s waves are alight with blue algae,

And the magic still lives, and the fairy fire still flows, and there is no doubt in my mind that i could continue to jump as i do if i wanted to,

I am not on the moon anymore

And so i

Fall.