I look out on:
a skyscape punctured by steel columns
as a bright yellow construction crane spins.
steam rising in frozen air from the hospital
and sun glinting from an obelisk shaped tower.
seagulls flap and swirl in open spaces
with snow capped mountains as the backdrop.
I can’t see the ground from here
where sirens race from needle to needle
and where toqued lids hurry to work
along icy urban sidewalks.
I am divorced from ground level activity
and serene in the world of gulls and crows
keeping a watchful eye in the sky
with my coffee and toast.