If you listen closely
there is a rhythm to the city below
seeing it from above
brings a rush of clarity
it aligns with the tears I cried
in the morning sun
for the love of my mother

Things are pastel
and gold falls like dust
when I choose the energy
that is choosing me

I am thankful for the solitude found
within present company
and I feel holy
when red wine is swapped for a red pen

Grapes taste nice from 100ft above