my senses can hardly hold this weight!

music rolling in my ears, the melody a sludge baring teeth 

then dissolving under the rage of our firecracker-rise, 

brisk words and pitched drumbeat   chasing my thoughts through 

blurry mist. those   i can hear.

human problems fall thick and gray against the ground 

but here we   cut through unchallenged air

and do not pretend to matter because   the horizon has a soft curve 

that is so much bigger than you see from the city   and look, 

to your right!

through the window edged in frost

the streets are rustic linen   the hills cascading satin   and the trees 

like blown silk, are rippling to forever.

do you feel it too?