A spinning top spins
on the edge of a cliff,
gradually wearing away the chalk.
As the last bit crumbles,
the top falls, plunging
at such a speed
that it doesn’t have a chance to stop
rotating.
On its way down,
it disturbs the breeze and sucks it in,
tasting all the places the air
has traveled,
knowing that the particles
are much more than just
what they are.
Then the top hits the water,
and the knowledge is gone.