Look up there are sills that somebody carved
there are balloons leaving somebody’s arms
look up there’s a tall man looking back down
there’s a sneaker hanging up upside-down
look up there’s a billboard with something to say
look up there’s a cloud floating away
look up there’s still hope that you might collide
with other bits of energy under this sky
look up it’s your job to not always look down
look up because you want to—creation abounds
It won’t matter if you get to your somewhere a little bit late
it won’t matter if you step in a puddle today
it won’t matter if you miss another furrowed brow
it won’t matter even on fourteenth street
amidst the crowd, if you look up
you won’t bump into things
people will bump into you
and it will be their fault.
Ignore the cursing
make energy
make meaning.