I saw the tops of the trees,

miles below, passing by.

I saw the burnt grass,

faded from the heat of summer.

And then I saw my body.

I saw myself exactly as I had left myself;

sitting on the stairs of the back porch,

chin in hand like the Thinker.

It was the first time it happened,

it wouldn’t be the last.

But I was a wee kid then,

I had no idea how handy it would be

to have this arrangement.

I had no idea what I was capable of

and I couldn’t wait to find out.

Turns out you can go pretty far down the rabbit hole

if you’re the rabbit.