Higher

even the signs
with their sharp edges
cold in the dawn
posts planted deep in concrete

even the smoke
billowing from stacks
where power is forged
to keep away the dark

even the poles
that carry the wires
stretching us from
mile to mile

know to reach for sky
for sun and light
wrapped in cold air
pointing ever upward

so we planted on earth
powerless and stretched
still reach to be carried
higher

One thought on “Higher

  1. anno

    Oh yes, I know this, the urge to high places, the desire for the big view, the broad perspective, that desire to be lifted up … love how your poem speaks to all of this.

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