Curiosity has me
as my fingers curl around
the soft rounded edge
at the end of the world
Pulling myself forward
on my belly
much like a kid
spying on their parents
I look down to the black stars
lean further and see more stars
even further and see webbed feet
swimming through the inky black
Ancient leathery skin folds and stretches
as a face older than time
turns its eyes to me
an unimportant speck in the cosmos
I was delighted by your interpretation of this prompt. I didn’t write on this but chose the visual one for that hour but you, you’ve done a brilliant job. 🙂