
It was a miracle.
there was a small window that opened up.
windows like that open rarely and are
invariably small.
I ran towards the window and though it
was far away and small I ran for it then
dove through.
that’s how I got here, to the other side.
the window closed up quickly after my
leap.
it closed up like it was never there, a
seamless surface without a mark or
clue that it had ever opened at all.
nonetheless, like a wormhole or a vortex, it was
there, for a moment in time.
and that moment was all I needed to get
here, to the other side.
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Andrew Arnett
Freelance writer living in Brooklyn, NY.
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