I went on an adventure
but didn’t move an inch.
The ground covered was immense
but there was no floor
I dwelt a little longer
Got carried away by my imagination
by following a single word
IN
I questioned it
Probed it
Stood under it
I found I was in
a Russian doll
In my body
In my home
In a village
In a quandary
Or something else?
The penny dropped
I waited for the splash
So deep was this well
of exploration
Where am I?
Not, “Who am I?”
What am I in?
That felt different.
What am I in?
Curiosity
An endless inning
No wicket to capture.
This is beautiful Julia - loved reading it 💛