I play the part of an earthbound
stone you the part of the moon
in this silent ceaseless standoff
As a rock an oversized pebble
I’m kicked along some city sidewalk
rolling into a ditch from which
I see the curve of your shoulder
turned away high beyond wispy clouds
If I could be a monument
or stone floor where bent knees bleed
might I gain your notice?
If I were bolder I’d cry out
complain of your inattention
yet who am I to dispute? You know
me as well as you knew the hand
reaching for the fruit
If I were a mountain or craggy
coast would you command me
to fall into the sea? Could I dare pray
with your face full on me?
Your distance is just a pose mine
a fallacy I think it mercy
that you feign to turn away
