Fear of Heights
Something has to give.
We stand above it all.
Below, the buildings’ tall
but tiny narrative.
The water’s always near,
you say. And so are you,
for now. It has to do.
There’s little left to fear.
oh, your wind is not warm,
and one might forget that
winter’s gone & summer’s gone
but The City lights are on
for us, to us, tonight.
