It’s as if thinking about being on the underside of the world will cause me to fall off There isn’t a time that I consciously became aware of my fear of heights. It seems it was always there. But maybe it’s not vertigo. Maybe it’s a fear of falling. A fear of gravity.
Nothing between the sky and the ocean, except yourself floating, drifting, free suspended upon unknown depths effortlessly weightless defying the earth but subject to the moon. For the Daily Post photo challenge Afloat. #nationalpoetrymonth