The Ball

Mountain ranges floating out of all proportion to the hills below Towering white peaks and cliffs trail shadows over towns Look up - vast worlds Light-shows, moving sculpture and mind-expanding space with cirrus brush-strokes on the ceiling. The sun slid down a slope behind distant cut-out trees and from the hill I realised that the rock I stood upon from horizon to horizon was gliding like a swan around the sun This is just a sailing ball we stand upon