Everywhere

When the oranges were so bright, they glowed, and the rounded edges were so round, I knew some presence lived there. I could see the life within the life. Things weren’t dull anymore. I rode my bicycle home from the restaurant where I worked and buildings looked taller. I wanted to shimmy up the mirrored side of that skyscraper, stand on the roof, and reach, ask for a hand to take me into the sky. I wanted to live in the shine of the stars. The weight of my body too much to bear. One foot and the other pressing me forward, forward, to the apartment complex where I was currently planted. Walls so confining, limbs so confining. I wanted to be everywhere all at once, with God. And out of me.