The Hole

 

Circling the hole that is wide and deep, I cannot see its bottom.  I walk clockwise and feel its pull at my right side, understanding that that is the wrong side.  There is only forward, not up or down, but around and around and around.

I would love to float above the abyss but all that is available to me is to fall.  If ignorance were bliss I could jump with outstretched arms and believe I was soaring with the wind whistling past all the way to the supposed bottom.

But what if there were no bottom?  Instead, a circle of light growing in size until the sky opens up once again and I find myself circling the hole as before only slightly dazed and dizzy having been gifted a second chance.

Until the moment I sense an ever so slight rise that has been unfolding ever so slowly, almost imperceptibly, step by step and the realization hits that what I’d thought was rote rotation is in fact a spiral leading upwards and on.

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