I’ve been sitting on the floor a lot
Don’t really know why
But I’ve noticed that the trees outside—
They look closer from down here
Like if I just reached out
Their veins would protrude out
Against my forefinger and thumb
They really look closer—
So I raise up some
And the branches come into view
And I see they are a bit farther
Than I thought.
My hands—my arms might not reach.
So I raise up some more
And see the trunk
Sturdy
And I realize that the leaves—the branches
That I thought I could touch
So easily—
Are no where near me.
Maybe that’s how I get over you—
Just stand the fuck up!
