Eternity, Watching

open spaces made me brighten with possibility; always I'd climb toward a further view; the fence, the apple tree, the garage and even a church belfry or two I'd read comic-books, magazines and short-stories; ripened fruit of a higher tree; raising me up from these low places where I still wait and see... as if a writers voice is heard from some great place beyond, voicing a worldly view from up above these places inside I never knew... later, weary with looking someone other than, janus-faced without but within, I'd write poems reaching past my little life of constant yearning burning with voyeuristic words watching as stars loving the breech of night wishing they were too, looking from a further place that sees from a deeper, from a farther immaterial view; where nothing means anything, out of sight, beyond this gravity we're always falling to...