Fantasy

Published in Wisconsin Review, 2022

 

 

I like to think I live above this world.
A myriad of light bulbs lit at night,
I can see from above.
In the morning, thick fog dense brume
moving in layer by layer,
as though they are covering up something,
I cannot figure it out even watching
every step of what they do.
Rather, I made my peace a long time ago,
and accept it as a wall
that separates the world I live in

from the world below.

It may sound arrogant
or just some haughty moments

of self-indulgence;
above all the dirt and misery.
Never did I realize until you asked:
“What is the world you live in?”

 

I suppose there are people who live
under the world or in the world.
Maybe they’ve never thought

they could live above the world,
and cost no penny more.
 

Why would they live any other way?