Jumper

It’s windy up here. There’s a bird, I’m sure it just stared at me just then. It questioned me, as if to say, what the bloody hell are you doing on my turf! I’m not on its turf, there is no turf! Just concrete, or brick, looks all the same to me, but then I’ve never been into buildings.

Why would a bird look at me like that? It doesn’t own the skies, no-one does, except Richard Branson I suppose.

Who owns the sky? There’s a question. Have they divided the sky up like they have the moon? Into small infertile patches of dust. All you have to do is buy a small certificate of ownership and you too could be part of the new frontier. I wonder how many people own the moon. That will probably be the next war, the millions of people all sold the same patch of grey, barren waste for £15.99 in Woolworths. They’ll throw their pathetic little certificates up in the air as a battle cry, they’ll sue each other and fight for ownership to a place they’ll never get to see. Unless they all look up at night and say to themselves, ‘there, that bits my bit’.

I’d buy the sun. No, on second thoughts I’d never be seen buying The Sun.

It’s chilly up here.

Down there I can see all the chattering monotony of life playing as if it were all on fast forward.

I’m laughing at you all from up here!

Can you hear me?

No, you don’t listen, you never have listened.

Soon you will, when I’m a pool of scarlet and you all have to step around me. I would say I’m sorry to disturb you.

But I’d be lying.

It feels like I could pick all the cars and buses up and move them around, lift them between my thumb and forefinger and place them, over there. Or over there.

Small things; you are all so small.

Oh, how Hollywood villain of me, I should be here in my Darth Vader outfit, except it doesn’t fit anymore.

That would look very good though, the flailing figure of Darth Vader floating to the streets below in a billowing black cloak.

Like a crow sweeping in to it’s prey.

Unless the cloak would stop me falling and make me fly.

Hadn’t thought of that.