Beneath my umbrella
a pillar of air encases me,
the wind attempting to pry it away
and cast it into the current of
rushing leaves
swirling upward.
Gravity reverses for a moment
as I watch the trees
desperately mimic my clutch,
holding fast to their upturned leaves
like an inside-out umbrella,
their pale sides exposed to the sky.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.