The Joys of Being Upside Down
Even spiders know the joy of being upside down.
To Jack Kerouac, empowered, reminding us that we are utterly free. To the rest—proving the proving might be nil—that nothing is nothing— but the journey…enlightening.
When I’m upside down
I see so much more.
I giggle with glee
At a world I’ve forgotten
To Explore.
I see the little trail of ants.
Carrying leaves,
Crumbs,
Pieces we’ve misplaced.
And as I watch the ants,
Carrying their tiny burdens,
I think— how cute,
Not rotten.
And my dog came over,
Licking me,
And I laughed,
Delighted I saw his perspective.
As my feet look up to the sky,
They breathe a sigh of relief.
The pressure from above felt so heavy,
I felt stomped on,
Forgotten.
But upside down,
My feet embrace the sky—
Fabulously free.
They wiggle and patter
With glee.
My feet were definitely enjoying
The sweet pink and silver wisps—
Cotton candy clouds—
Much more than I’ve ever
Paid much attention.
Now I see,
Trees reflected in a lake,
Right side up,
Pointing to infinity.
And as I’m upside down,
I realize Im now right side up,
From the person on the globe,
Across from me.
What a marvelous thing
To have this perspective,
Traveling around five hundred,
Thousand miles per hour.
What a funny thing it is,
To finally be free.
With gravity holding us
Intact—
Upside down—
Against a surface—
Floating in infinite space.
And now that I’m down here,
I see—
The innumerable worlds
In the Milky Way,
Words.
I laugh,
delighted—
at the absurdity!
And when the whole world
Is fast asleep,
My eyes fill with tears,
I whisper—
Hello world,
I love ya.