“… I sang in my chains like the sea”
I knew the world globed
but like the Hebrew children before me,
thought we were on the inside,
the heavens a crystalline blue sphere
and the earth settled on the bottom
so that beyond the horizon of
Starmount Forest was a thin line
where meadow met shell of sky
and I wanted to touch it,
to run my finger along the seam,
trace the absolute boundaries.
John S. Hatcher, A Sense of History, p. 59