the sky

is an aching, drawn-out blue

trees around me are

stretching

yearning

and haughtily pulled back

they are grounded.

anchored.

they will never be able to touch

that sweet forever

each leaf unfolds in longing

~just once~

(maybe today)

but their roots,

the firm foundation,

keep them near.

but I,

I can climb the trees

[and anything else]

and reach out a finger,

trembling,

and press my soul

to that vast

cerulean expanse

with everything of hope contained inside.