Don’t you see it,
from the mountains
to the first bud of the flower,
even the baby birds with their necks
craned up for food,
all rising up, pointing to the stars,
while the stars’ tips point to the heavens,
pointing to the glory,
the skyscrapers and fir trees
competing to get higher,
the McDonald’s sign you see on the
highway,
the church squished between clusters
of fried food and telephone poles,
all of it goes up.