Watching From Above

Looking from up here to down below,

Grants me majesty I had never held.

But why so grand

when I am so small?

Makes me think about almost nothing at all.

Atop this skyscraper with a city underneath,

The soul parts the body, and it is then bequeathed,

To whom? I don't know.

When?

Right now I'd say.

I never wish this feeling to go away.

My mind, a stream, wanders amongst the ants.

It penetrates their conversations, it tracks where jokes land.

But what words they utter, I cannot comprehend.

But why try, really? I am not here to mend.

I sit here atop my skyscraper, and watch as the world goes by,

While I take in prayers, and let them fly.