The world we know

  Chance met me on Christmas eve and shared an idea over beer About an opportunity to speed away from nonsense that spills to floor from mouths on gilded champagne flutes The smell of an untouched world lying in wait The prospect of a walk among clouds swollen with rain To watch the birth of sunlight over snow capped peaks To peer over precarious precipices without a parachute A swim in glacial milk over a bed of time-smoothened pebbles A saunter through virgin forest glades and flower beds Where birdsong is undisturbed by traffic snarls Be that as it may it could have been just another ordinary day But the hands smiled at thoughts wordlessly taking shape The legs quivered with trembling anticipation To experience purity with every rejuvenating breath