Ali Jo

My window rises above the tree tops
Suspended above a green canopy
A view stretching for miles
The sky open and wide
Often alone, I take it in
I soak it up
I devour it

The view has me contemplative
everything about my routine surroundings changes
The thin, pale white birch stalks creak like dusty old floorboards
The giant elms saw above it all, watching over, protecting.
|The cars come in waves, like a vast sea calling me from a distance unreachable.
Waves that could carry me everywhere.
Oh, just carry me somewhere.

From my window the sky sprawls before me
The clouds stretched thin as if strokes made by a careless painter.
The chemical dust trails of planes lost in the distance. 
Swallowed whole by the infinite blue.
They stretch on forever.
A lonely highway calling me to their mysterious end.
I see all that could allow me to take flight and I feel the weight of all that keeps me tied to this window.