Micah Zarin's Blog

The boy built a tower
so he could watch himself from above.
From up there he could see everything:
the yard, the road, the small
unremarkable fact of his own life.

He studied it so long
he forgot he had a body.

One day someone called up to him.
Come down, they said.

I will, he said. I will.
But first let me understand
what it means to come down.

He is still up there.
He has very good reasons.