oasis in the blue

at thirty two feet in the air,
i'm in the trees,
in the blue.
leaning against this old house
with a brush
and bucket, reaching
for the board.
i'm with the birds, above
the wires.
above the sidewalk
and streets below. i'm up
here again.
it's what I do, what I know.
it's quiet
up here, away from it all.
not a sound, just my breathing,
my heart,
the fury and confusion
of the world so far away,
an oasis I have found.