Above the Clouds

Up here,

I can see everything

the roads we take,

the blind spots we miss,

even the weather

sneaking in

uninvited.

From up here,

I can tell you

that frown you wear

goes nowhere.

And that drum in your chest,

snaring like a live wire

with no rest,

softens into a cloud.

Up here,

I can see the sun setting.

The dark is coming.

But so is a new day

rising in a golden mist.

Way up here,

everything is

as it should be.

It's hard for my voice to reach you

I ask the wind to carry it to you,

or rather, the me down there.

I see your suffering,

I do.

But I also see the rainbow.

And bluebirds

taking flight.