sometimes it frightens me;
your earthly perfection

we always skip from star to star
and where it used to be agony,
this distance is now comfortable, and time more temporary

here and there,
in and out,
off and on;
you and i.

we run a similar path;
you, gliding on a breeze,
me, drifting on a current,
and when the water meets the air
we fall back to earth, into eachother

once more.

we rise and fall
washing sand on the shore
each wave eroding the latter

the only constant here is change

we soar on wings of a heartsong
twisting and turning through this mutable midnight air
each breeze erases the last

here i can only hope that our roads still run parallel
when the tide rolls in
and the wind starts to blow

it is refreshing to feel the sun rising on us
when our paths collide

if posture had a mouth;
his bony slouch would speak for his situation.
he is emaciated, longing for a beer,
scrounging change from the street corner
at andrews and oakland
and i stare out the car window wondering where
his luck ran out or why
as if this sad, solitary man on the median has my answers,
or the lonely passer-by on this 5 am florida street
who carries the weight of his world and mine on his
hunched scrawny shoulders before the sun even rises
with his stack of newspapers for sale
and his life, a bundle of cloth and sorrow in a stolen shopping cart,
asking for dimes,
knows why...
while i thank God i never will
simutaneously.