from up here

from here, up here

on this steep ledge of roof

man made

i can see

the mountains.

the roll of hills, almost

green,

still blue with a winter

coat,

from here

i can see

the church bell, quietly

unringing, as

the birds float by

below me.

up here i can see so

much that

i can't see from the ground.

it's livable 

this life

when you rise above

small things.