The tops of the trees
are smiling at me
with shiny twigs in sunlight
and hopeful buds reaching out and up.
Sat down at my window
but I’m high up.
So much sky—nothing between these branches and it.
They are neighbors!
Coveted, unreachable place of dreams,
these zeniths are—or forgotten, unseen
—to you below.
But I! I am their lucky friend!
Me and some birds and squirrels—
and insects, I almost forgot!
And perhaps a few people
with windows like mine
Big tall clear windows
are all that stand
between us, treetop friends!
And I could even open one,
and stick out my hand
and almost touch you!
Me, you and the sky
If your friend is my friend—
and I can tell, I think, that it is.
Because I see it inviting me
to go for a fly
catch some air, take a wind shower
and get some big gulps of fresh sky air
—did I mention it’s bright and shiny blue today?
And after my spin I’d come back to my neighbors
perch for a rest and hug their tickling twig branches.
Ah, friends! Aren’t I and the birds lucky!
1/23/10
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