Icebergs in the sky catch my eye.
Floating and waiting, holding a lie.
The stillness of the air, deeply I sigh.
Shrinking, melting, I wonder why.
The hue reveals the truth.
I think about needing less proof.
The configuration is confusing so I climb to the roof.
Higher I sit above the ground, I am a sleuth.
It is inevitable, their disappearance like Houdini.
Magic and foolery I suppose, wiggly like linguini.
Tiny tricks and silent blips, much like a genie.
Up here it is not too cold, it’s even slightly steamy.
The birds sit across from me and we chat.
They tell me facts and funny, so I put on a new hat.
The cackle and laughter a joyful moment at that.
Looking below now, it feels nice sitting here alone, but I miss my cat.
The whisper of today gives me away.
The trees, the sky, the breeze, the sun and its single ray,
shines brightly through my skin, onto my hair, which is now turning a little bit gray.
To love the sight below, above and beside me is to know how to leave and when to play.
Nourishment from solitude replenishes all hunger.
I wonder if I sat here all night, would I hear thunder?
Would I see lightning shoot across the sky, I wonder.
How long until my cozy spot here up high forces me under.
There is nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing to hear.
Except to see outside and see inside through my soul so dear.
The light is less now, I must climb down off this perch and quash the fear.
But sitting here in silence, I see the icebergs have disappeared.
Deep breath in, I close my eyes and remember your face.
The lines the way they were, your eyes the way they are, your hair the way it holds such grace.
The sight of you inside my mind, the delicate features of your heart, I don’t need to chase.
Because here you are, staring at me, smiling and enjoying this beautiful, lovely little place.
Emma Wisdom 