I’m attracted to the city rooftops
And equally addicted to their view:
Of sleepless nights; of abandoned bus stops;
The skies defied by architected muse;
Amidst the skyline I abandon all
Preconceived limitations. Downward
Distance skews my perception–I am small
Like cells within me–I gravitate toward
What seems so far away. Looking up
Into depths reminiscent of shut-eyed
Odysseys and steaming black coffee cups;
I fall on the winds; by them I’m baptized.
I want to scale each building and fall deaf
On it’s rooftop, to the rush of it’s clef.