Backhanded: March Marvels

Squirrel

I saw a squirrel breathing in a tree.
I looked up at her and she looked down at me.
We then began moving simultaneously—she vertically, I horizontally.
Do you know how I knew she was a “she?”


Wheel

I saw the wheel of life and I was holding it. I was also in the center of an even larger one, being held, but the being holding it was in the center of another wheel, held by an even greater being, and this went on forever.

Then, looking the other way, seeing the center of the wheel I was holding, there was another smaller being, who was holding an identical but smaller wheel, and inside that, at the center, was another being holding a wheel, and so on to micro-infinity.


What I’ve Been Doing

Today, I feel like a star,
a blinding sun that never got to shine.
Oh! How I wanted to fill the heavens with my light,
but I was always blocked, unrecognized.

Once, I reached for a star,
but that star was just I.
I reached out,
but there was no need.
All I really had to do was reach in.

But what good did even that do?
Is there somewhere to go from here?
Or, maybe I just can’t get there from here.

What do you do if you can’t get there from here?

Just exactly what I’ve been doing, of course!