Perched above It all

I sit
Perched on this branch
Watching the world pass
Underneath me

It is constantly changing
Evolving
In to something better
Or worse depending
On your point of view

I sit
Watching a child
Riding a bicycle
Then fall
Off her pedestal and
skin her knee

I sit
Watching the man play Frisbee
With his golden ray of sunshine
The apparent bond present between the
Two

I watch the woman
Caring tenderly for her
Kin, the blood of her blood,
With strong hands and a
Nurturing heart

I sit and watch

Am the outsider looking in?
Or a foreigner
because they look
at Me as the outsider and
won’t let me in
To their lives
Their hearts
Their world.

Me? I am the watcher
Of this existence,
With no place it in.