Highest point of the construction
Site. On this job, it's the roof over
The nineth floor.

Horizon whispers of the sun.
I thank the skies for not raining
Right now.

I thank the buildings that make
Up the skyline for the work they've
Provided.

I thank the one I stand on this
Very moment, for the food it puts
On my table.

I've been too hungry to take it
For granted. I face north
And thank my home for its shelter,

For each memory that ties itself
Unto it. I thank the city of Oslo.
She has given me much. Taken too.

I turn to where I just might see the
Lights of my girlfriend's apartment
Building. Hoping she's sound

Asleep, enjoying the extra room the
Bed surrenders when I leave after
Spending the night.

Perhaps stretching out across my
Side; hand on the still warm
Impression on my pillow,

Thinking sleep now, girl. You know
He'll be back tomorrow.
I tip my hard hat to the fact,

And descend back down the ladder.
The sun is almost up, and no
Building ever built itself.