(dedicated to Todd Dalland)
We set out
for a freedom of sorts,
something to resist,
and, needing somewhere
to begin,
We climbed high
above the city’s
crowd of windows;
The thousands of
machine-edged eyes,
holed in the colossal
stone upheaval,
Until,
with the metal
mountain curled
beneath our fingers,
We left the edifice,
and stepped into
The star-pricked silence
of a slowly bending sky.