The Crow’s Nest — Hour 11

It would require a contraption I would build

a see-saw like structure

very long on one end and very short and adjustably heavy on the other

after dark I would mount the swivel seat at the long end

and turn on the water valve

filling the stubby end with water

slowly slowly

my seat would rise

lift above the house

above the streetlights and treetops

towering above all notice

into to the high-up dark of night

where I could sit and dangle

recline under the stars

count moonbeams

visit with nightbirds

be king in

my own kingdom for a time

peaceful

unnoticed

until I tug the string and pull the plug tiny

let the water escape the assemblage slowly

channel happiness to the garden

water unwasted

released

restored to new purpose

as old as old bones

and I touch down

as a visitor to earth

don’t call me crazy

I will do it

I’m doing it now

 

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