Looking Elsewhere

Certain joys overtake, overlook, seek a valley of sideways, and

shuttering we, you and I, turn faces away as from fierce wind,

as if sand is blasting against our skins and here we are, no more, no less,

no worse for the journey, yet, no need for celebrations, no calls

from those various well-wishers who raise up to be counted in triumph

and are mysteriously absent in sorrow, annoyed we’d have the nerve

to think they care, to think they need an extra burden to carry.

Yes, they do. All we do is prove it with every next breath, while the

sharks still circling discover they have lost their instinct for us

and they swim away, not disengaged, just looking elsewhere for now.

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