chasm

he looks out
smiles against the sky
such a viewpoint is subtly alien
but he did his best to
discourage beyond secure
control

i asked him how without
ever hinting that the
actions of interaction do
anything different

hands in pockets
i observe a look that
tells me he’s calculating
enemies
and the distance

it’s a good song
you’d have to hear it

two months and he
lifts his tired daydream
up to the zone of contact
and shrugs

well…it goes…