Vertigo

This dirt road puddle is a glass door.

It opens up a heaven for a mirror bird to fly,

invites a swimmer toward a purple shore,

a diver to subterranean depths of gold.

I bend to peek beneath its rim:

the silver clouds soar more, more...

This puddle is too big for my heart to hold.

It pulls me inside out

(so bright it makes the sunset dim)

until my heart topples, dazzled,

down into the sky!

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How can there be a rainbow in a puddle,

joy in this life's muddle?

Don't ask me; it's a Mystery!

How can there be a star inside an apple?

With this I cannot grapple!

Don't ask me; it's a Mystery!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018