Treetop Secrets

Her consciousness tingles
in this thinning atmosphere,
stretching strong arms
out like naked wings,
her sound thighs grip
a bowing branch tightly;
her mind soars high above
spacious clouds
swooping like an eagle
to travel down cliff faces
like a rabid waterfall
and tumbling on the gusts
of exhaust from passing cars
like a sandwich wrapper.
All of her observations
playing like a film stuck
in fast forward; sounds
and smells leach
from the dancing leaves
around her throbbing head,
secrets rain down
from between the lines
of her thoughts as she prevails
among the treetops.