Here at at twelve hundred meters high,
the sun will harm you if she can.
She tempts with her seductive warmth,
hiding her quick, sharp UV knife.
I find a shady bar and order beer.
It comes, I sit and sip, and drift.
My eyes unfocussed, I stare both ways,
onto the future and the past.
Seeing there ones that got way,
and yet to be, the ones that will.