What are you looking for
there in the bright light?

What are you sliding your fingers
toward?

Zoom in,
and the room fades to gray.

Squint a little longer, and the world
shrinks to a rectangle,

every beauty, every horror
tucked in a flattened box.

The earth
used to be round.

You used to love
its curves,

used to spin in circles
just for the taste

of falling.