Walking and talking with a friend in the woods. I look up from the dirt path, and out of the blue, I hear nothing and see everything. The canopy of trees - the chaotic neural branches - the perfect leaves dappled in shadow and diamond light, each leaf a universe - my soles tickled by invisible fungi - each breath nectar... I am a fire fly I am a spore I am exploding star dust The words of my friend bring me back. In time I was gone for a few seconds. In no time I was gone for eternity. ///////// David Juda lives in Berkeley, California. He gathers poets together to read and have their work read on his site, Voetica.com.