Look Up

If you look up, through the trees you might see the sun as your watcher.

And you might see trees, a coatrack consumed with unfurled scarves, such that if you look at it one moment longer, one may reach down and touch your cheek, or wrap you up in it.

Or you could find something lost, wondering what it must be like to be a koala. Or the thought that the growths overhead look like broccoli.

You might see dappled sky break between the branches, or the most glorious scaling heights you can remember. You can feel so small. You can feel so large.