Bending Over Backward

Poem

An upside-down umbrella photo by Mikhail Nilov pexels.com

I stood on the ground,
bending over backward,
listening to The Day of the Locust
on Audible

Are you alright? a stranger asked,
seeing my head between my legs

Of course, I am, I responded
Why wouldn’t I?

I want to look at the world
differently,
to see how the sun
reflected the heat upside down,
to take snapshots
with my mind
and feel the flexibility of my youth

Some people walk
across a tightrope,
dive off a cliff,
while others jump out of a plane
with a parachute

I like to stare at the universe
from strange angles,
rejoice in the blood
rushing to my head,
seeing the ordinary
from inside out,
convoluted
and realigned.

© 2021 Mark Tulin

Another poem by Mark Tulin:

Comparing the Narcissist with a Flower