i have no idea what you see
from your shuttered balcony
and truth be told i’m afraid
to ask about those crowded city
streets teeming with the fevered
pitch of unfettered humanity
while i check in from this quiet
refuge (and somewhat relieved).
it’s strange how fate crossed
our divergent paths (exquisitely
so) where one part ended while
another began sewn seamlessly
together like different chapters
of a book without end or scenes
from a play which seems most days
like nothing more than a dream.
