Once out of mind

then out of sight

I thought it 

out of reach.

Until I extended

myself beyond

my perceived


I climbed

to see, to touch,

to know.

So I kept going

until the ceiling

was beneath me,

was now my floor,

and then a rooftop

became the sky

and the sky

became the stars.

Now that deep dark

diamond studded

canopy, that I can’t

help but think of

as heaven, you see

is all that remains of

the mystery.

That’s what a ceiling

is to me.


M. Zane McClellan 


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