Dizzy

My toes

Turning on the grass

My dress

Rippling, floating

My arms

Stretching out, palms up

My hair

Flying in the wind

I look toward

My fingers

Reaching toward the sky

Where the birds fly

Into the clouds that spin

Against the blueness that blurs

And the stars that shine

And the night that falls

Like moonbeams

Onto my skin

As I tumble

Into the grass

That might be the sky

And try to remember

Which way is up