What can you see from the vantage point of your full height?

Do you stand alone and expand like a mesa, stretching
open in all directions? Or
Are you a single peak in a chain of mountains?
A sentinel for your community?

What is our origin story?
Were you molded from the fiery earth?
Did you come into being with a violent
clashing of opposing forces?
Were you carefully sculpted by a loving god?

What treasures run through your veins, and
who has seen them? Who will? And

What wears you away, and
how does this erosion make you more beautiful?


When do you feel overlooked?
When do you feel undervalued?

When do you feel like one of a crowd –
and are just fine with that?

What does it feel like to fly?
What does the air taste like up there over the city?
What do you hear from there?

On the piazza, when the world moves so slowly in front of your eyes
what do you notice most? What is everyone else missing
as they rush by – self-important with their takeaway coffees
and bags of half-eaten bread?

Where do you hide your babies?
What advice do you give them before they
flutter around the old woman throwing dried peas
over the trampled grass?