in an arid summer sun
I stood stunned
watching their feet play the edge,
up close, gravel and loose rock,
awesome picture for the den,
a wide expanse behind us all,
let’s us believe
there really is a top to the world.
Too far away,
couldn’t make it anyway
I don’t know if it is the fear of crossing over,
or leaving behind feeling no longer wanted.
could rationalize any reason
to want to disappear,
because it is them,
doesn’t have to be real.
Think about the time it would take,
versus all the hours to return,
how quickly the immediacy,
there isn’t enough time in a day to
just why one choice over the other,
evinces that random inability to
I remember when I was a little boy,
something about a woman
left all of them in confusion
though her words clearly made it real,
she spoke of no longer needing
to give audience to her own personal
the sad surrender.
I really don’t understand what it takes to recognize why,
I don’t know if I ever can.
© Thom Amundsen 10/22/2020