Perched
───
When I first met him
I saw he was so filled with love
that it has spilled over
into worry
concern
and grief
As I watched him paint his experience
I saw more of the view he held
A very clear view
focused strongly
on the love for his loved
When I sat down with him
I felt his bonds
to the woods
the fields
and the animals that lived there
An integrity exchange
Communication from each birth
between the most living
When he talked about sleeping in the woods
picking the now
climbing to the top of the trees
I wanted to find a wood for myself
to sleep in and eat in and be
Beautifully removed
to be beautifully clear
He told me he climbed pylons
I'd never met anyone who climbed pylons
My thoughts snagged
on the risks and dangers that had meant
nobody climbed pylons
He explained
'You just don’t touch the cables'
I imagine my trembled climb
and the rarest reward that view must return
When I think of him
he is on top of his pylon
Perched for hours in the wind
above the fields and woods
where his love and his loved
all fly
______ free