Along a makeshift river,
across the harsh divide
a tiny berth of shelter caught my eye.
Without pause or question
I climbed through its open doorway,
which was oddly dark and light
simultaneously. Inside I was not reduced
to fit its slim walls, quite the opposite
in fact, my longish frame was not
impinged in any way. Yes, dimensional
mirage. When turning called,
we turned. When shifting called,
we shifted. The space expanded and
dropped back like a lung in syncopation
with a finer ventricle all without the slightest
bit of strain.