Perspective

Yesterday you climbed
To the top of the Empire State Building
(By elevator, mostly, but
There were a few steps here and there.)
You circled the observation deck,
Feet shuffling over old stone,
Hands gripping iron safety bars,
Like those of a prison cell
With a billion dollar view.

You could see so much from there,
Except for you yourself—
So improbably aloft,
Tracing the edge of the precipitous building,
Scraping the cerulean sky.

Today you lie in bed
Writing poetry,
Once again seeking the spectacular,
Once again not knowing it’s you.

3 Responses to “Perspective”

  1. friend of grover Says:

    Oh yes, yes, yes. Love the last liners.

  2. Amy Wiese Says:

    Love this T!

  3. tb Says:

    🙂 Thanks!

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