Sitting on the rooftop ledges,
The golden dawn lighting up the hedges.
A vantage point, a bird’s eye view,
Woe is over: through and through.
Take a step, with feet on air
Hover a while, maybe stay there.
A glance around, endless bliss.
Everything in order, nothing amiss.
In the wake of rain, comes break of day,
When the clouds frolic and do ballet,
Order and chaos intertwined:
The symmetry of nature, perfectly defined.
A rude awakening, back at school:
History class is nothing but cruel.
A fickle world, easily undone.
Back to the real world: not nearly as fun.
Alex Blickhan is a high school junior, interested in chess, unicycling, anime, and dogs. He is an aspiring decathlete, engineer, and poet.