Above the World – The Sky So High

“Up Above The Sky So High…”

One morning on my way to school
I grabbed a bottle of  orange pills from
our window ledge – the one facing
Seneca Street- where
Mother would watch me when I left
to fetch something from the
big market.

I took her pills from the ledge, stuffed
the bottle into the pocket of my freshly starched
pink, flowered dress.

Now, Mother’s pills were mine – I would live
forever;  hiding behind Grandmother’s bushes, near

red beans growing on green vines, beans I would

use to make mud pies.   I removed the top.

All those orange pills stared at me, as
if they had eyes – eyes like those who

lived in our neighborhood.

I took one – chewed it – started to
walk; first past Charlies Grocery – he

wasn’t in his rocker chewing on a cigar –

I walked down Avenue A toward my
school – noticed one of Mother’s friends

beating a rug against the railing of her porch.

She never looked my way, so I
took another orange pill from a tiny bottle,

and chewed it, as if it were a baby aspirin, glanced

back toward the porch, waved to Mother’s
friend, while I sneaked the bottle back into

my pocket.

 I thought, I must have taken enough to live –

Twinkle – Twinkle little star…”
Humming the same song while leaning

my head against the push out window
of our Studebaker.

How I wonder what you are?”

I began to draw stick figures on the window
of our car – I can still remember pushing those
push out windows, closing them, drawing,
I did this over and over – rubbing the window

clean it – breathing onto glass, rubbing it,
breathing, rubbing, breathing,
drawing, erasing,
drawing, erasing –
exhaling, breathing, drawing,
and erasing it –

Up above the world so high….”

I believe it was my first time to fly.

  1. Avatar of Andrew J. Sacks
    Andrew J. Sacks says

    Thank you for your usual fine work, Nancy.

  2. Avatar of Nancy Duci Denofio
    Nancy Duci Denofio says

    Andrew, I am pleased you enjoyed this, sorry it took me so long to respond. Sincerely, Nancy

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