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