If I could see what you see;
the finished project
from a pile of scraps.
The angles and lines and tiny details,
wheels within wheels that leap from your mind;
the magic you create.
I run along beneath you
as you soar – holding ropes
or guide lines.
Trying to offer some balance;
tiny morsels of grammar
tucked in between your gears and pulleys,
A bit of poetry dangling
from the towers
of your castles in the air.
photo from here
