glimpse

now and then and so

i get a little

glimpse

of what is below.

the richest hide from the streets

(but not me.)

escape to the trees,

the soul calls.

it tells me to help.

but the only thing i can do

is watch from far above

staring at the way

the snow settles on the branches

the way the leaves tremble under

its weight.

i watch at how the tree trembles

but never falls.

i wonder if i could ever

stand so tall.