On the Wire

Traveling on the wire
pray tell
can you save me from gravity?
destined for the sewer not the tree
discarded cigarette butts 
empty cans of Arizona iced tea

I come from the high places
fell in darkness
in flashes of light
Sky groaned as she let me go 

I came to clear the air
and keep the leaves green
to bathe you 
and give you a drink

But my path marks me a messenger 
so I caught your eye
on the wire
and the puddles beneath
to remind you of such watery love