.
Sometimes it seems just
a push would get you over
the rooftops and out into air
it feels has nothing but
space to give you. This
riding high was made for serious
people who want to live but
can't. Just a push and you're up there,
out, and free as the birds.
Window: Robert Creeley, from Places, 1990
Out the window of the Eismeer station of the Jungfraubahn, Switzerland: photo by Stan Shebs, 1996
Tom,
ReplyDeleteSuch a great poem, and to go "up there,/ out" with this photo, wow (!). . . .
Yes, Steve, one can really feel oneself falling with/up into it.
ReplyDeleteSuch a great poem and, for the first time I feel happy at a vertigo-inducing vision. The window here is so different in mood and aspect than the Kirchner windows in Sign and Enclosure.
ReplyDeleteYes, Curtis, a sense of liberation as opposed to a sense of entrapment, perhaps.
ReplyDeletea push...a push...thinking about this..!
ReplyDeleteThere are certainly sensations of risk, of danger, of a scary kind of vertigo, along with the sensation of liberation, in this poem.
ReplyDeleteProbably at one time or another we have all stood at a high window and experienced these sensations or something like them.
And sometimes it is life that gives you a push and you find yourself spreading out your wings and flying into the freedom of discovering who you are =)
ReplyDelete...with a bit of luck...
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