I leap beyond the pale
into infinite possibility
and in that no-place place
where anything can be

carrying on the whirling winds
are peals all odd and indistinct.

Is it laughter? song? or are they screams…
or something in between


louder-seeming these sounds become
as I move one way
and so, opting to seek
rather than ignore
their source
I draw slowly near

only to find


Many thanks to pensivity101 for the prompt words ‘leap’, ‘peal’, and ‘pale’.