We Come From Heights
No Exceptions
That irrepressible urge to climb up something
Limbs fueled
by unending waves of muscle fibers
firing in all directions
A fixed childhood message on a repetitive loop
to adult selves
about heights
and healing
and where we belong
extension of grasp
breadth
limitless expansion
and how phenomenal our anatomy feels without restrictions
undeterred by disapproving looks
dirt on clothes
occasional cuts and bruises
Those sky-bound places are the closest feeling to home
that called the minute we stepped out the door
for monkey bars and magnificence
We have gaps to close
goals to reach
stars to find
and Ancestors who cannot wait
to whisper secrets in our ears
We just need
to get close enough
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The Dani Writer
Explores words to create worlds with poetry, nonfiction, and fiction. Writes content that permeates then revises and edits the heck out of it. Interests: Freelance, consultations, networking, rulebook-ripping.
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