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.

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