In There We Meet

You spend your days looking for something

On the tops of mountains

you fall and fall and fall

Earthquakes wish to be you

Avalanches adore you

But, my friend,

Why so vertical?

And why 

Up?

I mean, that's where you're always looking

Even when we're talking 

You jerk your head unto the sky 

as if you're being called by the sun

Head tilted

Legs lifted 

And a hand outstretched

I can see it, you know

I mean, if you want to marry the y axis

By all means,

do so

But help me understand 

why your right hand 

is clutching mine?

And I'm curious, 

whether you notice those roots 

growing horizontally down

your neck?

I mean i don't mean to step on your toes I'm sure you must know

that to swing is to go?

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