on top II.

oh to restless nights of loneliness and limbo.
of wanting it all, and nothing, at the same time.
it is our most treasured part of our being.
it is our curse.

When I was a little kid at my grandparent’s place, I was always sneaking off away from the adults. I would climb up on the roof over the carport and scramble my way to the very peak of the house. I could hear them but they couldn’t see me. I was never once scared I might fall. It was the safest place to be.
Now, at this house, the latest discovery of removable bug screens and gently sloped peaks – afternoons of sitting and watching the people go by.
This roof, it’s saving me a little, each day.