The Art of Options

 I found myself in the cool night air
on a hill
with no sides.

No left, right, forward or backward
were given to me
for options.

So I jumped up.

Caught by the sky it held me
above the hill
with no sides.

I looked down below
my dangling feet to the
hill with no sides and saw
it looking back up at me.

"Where are you going?"
cried the hill.

"I didn't like your options, "
I cried back down to the hill,
"so I took the sky up on his."