To Walk Upon Clouds

the view from the space elevator
reveals a topography 
of dandelion fluff meadows
pillows of cumulus
wind-carved trails that lead
to a horizon crowned in gold

logically you know
you can't walk there
but you can imagine the softness
of that ground underfoot

your toes press to the wall
fingers stretch toward
those wisps beyond the window

everyone does it

the glass is strong now