I crawl out of the old window in my sister’s room
And onto the roof over looking the porch
The gray shingles soaking up the sun
Fell hot on my hands and knees
I lay in the crevice of the roof
Letting the warmth envelop me
The wispy white clouds above
Give me shelter from the sun
And the green heads of trees
Are dancing in the breeze
The air is ringing with sounds
The highway traffic zipping past
The neighbor’s dog chasing a stray rabbit
Kids playing games in the yard
And the thud of Dad’s hammer on the other roof above
I couldn’t think of a better place to be
I think to myself
As I close my eyes and sleep.
