Kaleidoscopes and Cherry Blossoms

orange mist coats my lilac eyes

I’ve been seeing skies 

in the gaps

between my vision

floaters flutter like butterflies

and the clouds hover

just above my head

like hats on stilts

until 12:02

when reality hits reverse

and the ground is above me

I walk on hands

and let my fingers

touch the stars

and poke holes

in the atmosphere’s

thin blue fabric

with each prick

I shrink

until I cannot reach 

the top

then my directions switch

and I am small

not upside down

I speak to mice

and tell them of the flowers

they have not seen.

they seem confused

by my description

of the color green

It’s spring, I say

and life.

but they say they cannot see like me.

how sad it would be to be

missing a cone, alas

the shrimp see more than me

perhaps if I learn to swim

I’ll flow the way of the waves

mirror the world 

of euclidean crustaceans

so,

I replace the air with water

and revel in 

my zero gravity

do flips and tricks

so poised,

even the mice

envy me.

if I can become a gymnast

through time and space

change the rules

with my movements

extend my life to seconds

or live in moments

until eventually,

I tire

and think

where is everybody?

and finally 

I look around and see

the catastrophe I’ve created

for I’d forgot 

that most humans

need their gravity

not to fall off the ground

and need their air

to breathe.

I was so caught up

with me, and my dreams

that I did not realize

I was stepping over bodies.