with a tilt

it’s okay to spend your days
watching clouds pass by
imagining objects or faces
concatenate from their shapes
or sit like otis at the dock
of some bay as unmanned ships
sail robotically away
to foriegn shores guided by
beams of invisible energy waves.
and somewhere beyond the reach
of what you can possibly see
are a whole host of people
you’ve never dreamed who eat
and drink and walk and talk
and laugh at the silliest
little things too yearning
for a time when all their
“what ifs” will line up neatly
in a row just like you
while this tilted ball of dirt
spins indifferently on.