mail man is driving by
it’s five a clock on Saturday
i bet he’s wearing gloves
thirty five degrees – heck
i’m covering half my fingers
outside holding a smoke
it sure was amazing up on
my house’s roof. In all twenty
two years I’ve never been
above the ground and stairways.
seeing your woods and the birds
from a new angle is magical-
i felt fifty feet tall and it felt right,
as if I was returning to my mother’s
womb, like I was born in the sky.