After the rainchecks and
The paperwork and the
Meetings and the coffee spills.
When the moon to your left
And the sun to your right
Exist simultaneously
In pale phantom form.
When the silver clouds head home
And the pastel sky packs up.
That’s when your eyes linger
To the still waters beside you.
That’s when you gaze a moment
More than normal,
A second past comfortable,
And snap your neck back
To the grey bridge before you
In pinprick panic that you’ve
Drifted, maybe swerved,
Too close to the edge.
Only to realize,
You’ve been continuing
Forward, aligned, positioned
All along.
Haley Gilbertson 