Source — (Pixabay)

Shooting Star

Tearing through the fabric of what is

Flowing through the atmosphere
Like a bird
Like a stream of air
Like a cloud

All of reality looks different
Like a cartoon
Like a story
Like a joke

A flight around the world
Everything changes
Yet nothing does
It’s the same cartoon

Circling the planet
again and again
what changes the most
is what changes the least

I want to dive into
the forests below
I want to skim and get wet
on the surface of oceans

I want to be a cloud
that disintegrates,
emptying itself
on a moment of time

I want to howl
across the atmosphere
beyond what everyone sees
beyond what everyone believes

When someone looks up
I want to be
that very brief glimpse
that cannot be defined