Walking on Clouds

By Danielle Diehl

He sees me sitting up high in a tree. My dad
is watching me from up high in a cloud
and I am staring up at him.
When I stare up at him all I hear
are birds flying up high
and wind in my face. I can smell
the water from the river
but there’s one thing
that I know is true, my dad,
holding my hand, and walking
right into the sunset with him.
Right there with me.

Danielle Diehl is an emerging poet.