My get-away

Fifteen feet from the ground
I'd say,
no one thought I'd get up here
where the air is ever so slightly clearer,
and all the trees and houses
don't obscure the horizon.

The horizon,
the main reason I'm up here
so I can look out
with nothing in the way,
a clear path from here to there,
no distractions.
I like to imagine
sending my bad thoughts
through that channel of air,
till they burn up in the sun.