flight

the branches were weak

but very tender as he sat

there above contradiction

or so it seemed in heaven

the others scraped for space

and bowed among the lower

branches among branches

and his so high, the loftiest

he was content for a while

wondering how long he could

remain in the heights

maybe it eternity could be

the wind acclaimed him

the sky his oyster, his frame

head turned like turrets

of the heights, from depth

he peered down, disdain

filling him for such ill advised

ones who lowered themselves

and feared the heights

his heights

is this how god felt

he wondered

and then even god felt small

his head a restless entity

was full, small but full

but then and there

and then it seemed silly

the loftiness, this loonery

to be separate from the ugly ones

he would need to be separate

he did not hesitate

flight