Infinity Pool

Infinity Pool

The illusion of no edge
becomes infinity

as soon as we wrap our
language around it,

we could swim into sky,
could fly from

this small pocket of water
into the great

non-place, the vast negative
space we see

as blue fields, as crayoned
line lidding

a page. As a dollhouse is
to a child’s

bedroom, that is our sphere
of experience

within the planet, our planet’s
hamster cage

within a parking garage, tiered
without end.

You cannot go where you are
trying to go yet.