Sleeping On My Back

World opens
Spreads
Until it has curved away
The grass
The furry plants
The miniature blooms
The veined leaves
The ants
Have spikes
Like sea urchins or land mines
Stones sit on a delicate shoulder
Surrounded by erosion
And plants
And thrust into the nothing air
Where existence
Is sky and sea
The ground beneath
Leaves
Birds can fly
On air that is not there
Because they do not see
The ocean or the sea
The land leans back
And back
And back
To cliffs
And the all-powerful waves
Like the bloodstream of the universe
Pumice moon
There-but-not-there
Reminding
Remembers