Bird’s Eye View

This poem was written from the top of the mountain, while looking down on the little, rural river town I call home.

Human lives are like a bird’s eye view—
easy to look manicured from up above.
Sights of squared off towns,
riverways flowing neatly through,
farmlands with 90 degree frames.

It’s hard to see the problems people face
from such a disconnected distance.
A person can’t look undone
until you get close enough
to see their rough around the edges,
to see their lives from the mud.

I want to look at every human
from a worm’s eye view, instead.
I want to live in a world
where everybody feels free to confess
the worst moments of their life.

I don’t want to fly easy
when there’s so much to fix
on the Earth beneath me.

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