High Heeled

I always want more:
more Everest, more starshine,
something in the department of vertical.

That’s why I’m up here.
It’s better than smog,
better than settling.

Since coaching myself to one-up
the utmost, my dreams
only know the amazonian.

Could you say that again?
At these heights, I hardly
hear you. Sometimes from

my perch on the umpteenth
floor, I feel the distant pinch
of the finite. You’ll see

others like me, pumped
up, outrageous in altitude.
In the ascendent,

the hitch remains poise,
attaining cliff stillness,
and nerve enough not to topple.