Immobile Fantasies that seem OK but Aren't

There he is

Sitting there

Immobile

I introverted

Wondering how to swoop in

On what I must do to survive

It will only take

Extreme intervention

For us to make it

The universal life force will have

To intervene.

Who will tell them to.

Pings across centuries

That organize this chaos

And say this can’t

Continue

Without certitude

Cracks and Trains

“There is a crack running down right the front of me”

I can walk out into the waves that blew past the mountain

The port drops off

I get to step into the sky

There I find a cold wait

For the next train

That’s the jist of life

You do and do

You try hard

No one even is looking