Hemmed In

The sky has climbed over its usual low cloud cover, today it is high, blue and vertical with no hand holds, those places for the eye to cling to. In the city we don't get 'big sky' we get pencil thin shafts that sweep the dust off ledges, we have foot-slogging staircases and elevations. where the sky cannot rise beyond one last viewless window. Far below upon those hemmed-in streets some seem forced to grow into hybrid creatures that must suck upon each other's fears. There are trees, a few stretch and reach like mountain climbers, yet all that high air above us is not reassuring, it creates a feeling of smallness, our arms too paltry to grasp the infinite. Mostly we give no thought to the sheer narrowness of it all, and so with only these manmade clifftops to jump from it's no wonder some choose to leap.