One of the strangest things of all
it seemed to me at the time
was that I woke up thinking “tall” —
“tall” was all that was on my mind.

When I was a child
I built tall towers with blocks.
I made them high as I could
then watched them tumble
and I pleasured in the tumbling
more than in the building
just as my grand son now does.

Around the place where I live
in  middle Tennessee
water towers dominate as the tallest things around
and I’ve been tempted to climb those ladders
that hang on to their steel supports.

In Dubai their tallest building
soon will pass the half mile mark.
Imagine a man that high
walking around on girders
trying to reach the sky.

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