How I'd Like It To Be Poem by sammi ama

clouds reaching so low
they cover the floor
allow the tops
to peer over

watch the lights
guiding a line of children

there are things
in this life
i have never seen before

they are mild
and mundane

habits and knowledge
performed as
acquired instinct
rather than
some taught behavior

to never render
rest, i reach high

be apart of what
pokes at the sky

keep out of touch
to make contact
with the clouds so
they stay down

from here, i can
observe without inspiring
a derailing interference

i relish in the marvel
branded by the folk
silent and alone