If you look up toward the sun,you’ll see I’m not the only oneenjoying the sky’s transcending ski run. Not on the grounds’ overcrowded bull run,but up here, where the air is undoneand freely homespunby the sun’s aerodynamic blowgun. Perhaps this is where my life began —flying amongembryonic electrons by the megaton. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

I am sitting still and you walked by, eyes glazed over head held high   My eyes caught yours but yours, never mine as you strolled on by marking your own time   How would it feel? to get a chance to see the world through the eyes of another being?   Would I see ...