little gods looking down
Let’s not kid ourselves. We never
had a chance at being casual,
you and me, what with the miles running
between us like years. Both of us footsore
and cautious, we’ve learned enough
by now to fix our eyes forward
when reaching. What I’m saying is,
don’t look down. Not because of what’s below
or between us—all that mess
we’re spanning—but because this bridge
we’ve made of ourselves has to hold up
against the drama of you’re too far away.
We’re too old for shame, aren’t we?
And forgiveness is the business
of little gods looking down. All we can do
is grip tight and walk steady, one choice
in front of the other. And whatever
happens, I’m trusting you to hold me
responsible for each step and
for the fall.