life through a pinhole

when i was a girl
i used to sit in the loft of our barn

and listen to birds and their babies in nests up above
the baahing sheep and clucking chickens down below

the metal roof, thin thin siding
full of small pinholes, everywhere

i'd get a piece of cardboard
and view the world

things looked so much brighter and closer
there up high...alone, and upside down