Up There I'm Still Human
I point my arm straight to the sky. You follow the line from my armpit, elbow, wrist, middle finger, and then you join me, perfectly up, as I shoot off, through the air, birds, clouds, sky, a clearing, a frightening height, up up up and up. There’s a pause. Silence. I’m ten million feet in the air. The circumference of the earth fits in the palm of my hands. I look down at the earth. “Okay.” I don’t feel much. I take a little closer look. I want to get more out of this. You’re next to me, so ...
