Mostly we throw around the table stakes while observers share secrets to keep us at odds,
and outside boosters hurl empty assurances.
The leader, the tasker, the basker, the wires and I lack the strings between,
cut by ties overruled years ago.
Every face disrupts an assumption when it smiles or says something unexpected
and the facade fades into concrete edges of indifference.
The troughs of smile lines expose the fissures within
as beliefs and actions remove the stories to another section
but abruptly reveal the hole to fill with the next bridge never planned.
Friendly from the entrance,
hesitant on the threshold,
they say hi and the silence created of a set jaw and jittery fingers fearing welcome.
The cues of surroundings sounds confusing when immersed.
We accept what we expect.
Sometimes change is like tectonic plates
sliding unnoticed until you find yourself farther,
and then sometimes it jolts you awake modifying everything at once.
Enjoy twilight as the intersection between day and night
melding zones best known for their peaks into a unique experience of its own
still in wait of alarm as fire appears in the distance
and next to the dim fear of loss as the shadows expand the oblivion.
