out on a limb
Sitting out on a limb like an elephant’s trunk. It extends out from the split open ruin and my legs dangle above the stage who is rooted in the swallowtail on the birch tree. I can see the magnificent curly golden stag antlers and it is as if I sit an an antler tine myself. I can also see the other half of the split open ruin, the temple, and beyond into white space. I feel my smallness in the vastness. I am an ephemeral presence. I am high above yet my foot swings close to the stag below. I could perhaps crawl back into the ruin or leap down or wait and see. Enjoy being on a limb of not knowing what’s mine to do.