Look down, see? The water is under my feet and I’m standing.
With my hands raised above me, I’m lifting the weight of the world,
suspending it in space, as if it was easy, nothing more or less than me.
Look up, and see the grass spinning, swaying.
How funny, raindrops surrendering to fall on me,
this reality is what I make of it, I can experience anything.
Handstands while the storm is ragging, and suddenly,
it’s me creating the irony, and so the paradigm is shifting.
