On my approach, I see first
the skyscrapers, scumbled
with shadows from my next-door
neighbor clouds. To see majesty,

out of focus, brings it nearer--
I could reach those black spires
from my present perch, and if
not careful, might smudge them

with my omnipotent thumbs.
The power of height-- why tall men
are confident, and small men
only conceited-- is too heavy:

I look away. And before I change
my mind, and turn to seize again
this chance to survey my
miniature kingdom--

the woman next to me has closed
the shutter. Neither of us, it seems,
is ready to assume deity today.

04/25/2005

Author's Note:

Posted on 04/25/2005
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