reflected off of the
perigee-syzygy of the Earth-Moon-Sun system
the heavens shone
so bright that only the darkest
of clouds could do anything
to veil it’s glow
as I felt the weight of my self
weighed
against the weight of the world
the grass felt strange
I could not tell if it was the grass
or my hands
whose composition has changed
so much
that the hill of Earth
felt so foreign