I’m fascinated with the city rooftops
and equally attracted to their view:
of restless nights; of forgotten bus stops;
the skies desolated by architected muse;
Amidst the skyscrapers I abandon all
preconceived boundaries. Downward
Distance distorts my perception–I am small like microscopic atoms within me–I drift toward
what seems so far away. Looking up
into abyss reminiscent of shut-eyed
Odysseys and steaming cups of black coffee;
I stumble on the winds; by them I’m baptized.
I want to climb each building and fall deaf
On it’s rooftop, to the euphoria of it’s clef.