The earth is really actually round.

Today, we slacklined

between two trees

at the edge of a big field

next to a church.

I'm sure you won't blame me

when I tell you

that I took off across the field,

running

and skipping

and jumping

and flailing my arms

and kicking the white things

off of dandelions.

Then I spun and spun,

watching the sunset

kaleidoscope around me,

in blues and purples and pinks,

dappled with clouds,

until finally 

I threw myself down on the ground

and laughed at the sky

that still seemed to be moving

back and forth

like the eyes

of someone speed reading.

When it stilled,

I noticed that the edges of the horizon

in every direction

curved around me--

a great circle

with my little body

at its center,

no matter where

in that green grass

I should choose to lie.

And I thought,

"The earth is really actually round.

I believed it before,

I guess,

but now I really, really know."