The Air Up High

30th Jan 2025

Sometimes one longs
for the air up high.
To get away
from the cacophony of the city.
The lowlands.
The mundane.

These places are
full of people,
of rats,
of loud music and loud cars,
of foul smells,
and of comfort.

Routine.
It's hard to even think
surrounded by so much
and yet so bland.

And so one feels the need
to go up
to get away from it all.

Up high
where it's hard to live,
where everything is
inconvenient,
far,
cold,
and one may fall.

Where silence can kill you.
Or your mind.
Or a strange beast
who dwells up there.
Maybe it's you.

It's just what you need.
To see beyond.
To get close to the stars.
And the gods.

The air smells different.
It feels different.

And I wonder
where has it come from?
How far did it soar
to rest within me?