My eyes and this perspective from the 37th floor
is an impossible encounter.
No human ever grows that tall and no tree either.
To get this view, you need to build your own viewpoint
stone by stone, higher and higher, until you tower.
Your eyes up in the sky look down,
see a miniature world at the tips of your toes.
You lifted yourself out of the hustle and bustle
to take it all in at one fell swoop.
NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 8: Write a poem that centers around an encounter or relationship between two people (or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met – whether due to time, space, age, the differences in their nature, or for any other reason!
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