Aloof

What is it like to fly above?
Above the mud
That soils me
That I have to clean
That I want to splatter
Into delightful pictures
That I want to feel
Cold between my fingers
That I stand beneath
The scalding water erases
And makes clean

What is it like to fly above?
To see the beautiful rose
To say it is beautiful
That I bend down to smell
That I get down on my knees to pick
Whose thorns I bloody my hands on
In glorious praise of its untouchable grace

What is it like to walk by?
To never bloody you hands
For a rose