ROOFTOPS:

Rooftops, those entities, that protect & are closest to God,

Protecting & covering life, from dangerous elements & sod,

Shacks topped with tin, twigs, cardboard or old dry reeds,

A roof over the heads & one of living´s basic covered needs.

 

Old minaret´s fingers, touching heavenly & rose-kissed sky,

Pagodas, curling their oriental smiles, where clouds softly lie,

Steeples, stretching long fingers of their pointed praying hands,

And rotund contented domes slumber, embraced by far-off lands.

 

Reaching for rainbows, old treetops aim in grey & gothic mists,

Heads asleep beneath leaves, adobe & grass laid out in wisps,

Rooftops higher than us all, within our snug & night-time beds,

But closest rooftops to the Gods are the tops of small babe’s heads.