Peripheral Derision

From side to side 
The edges is my vision 
Roam across lands 
Peopled, at home 
Will it be enough 
To get where you're 
Looking? Or can we 
Rejudge the place we 
Were going? I hope you 
Can see that I'm up here 
Too, floating along, a roofer 
So blue; nail gun relaxes while 
The sun goes down, watching 
Your sashays, considering renown