Expectations

Expectations

 
Fishing poles
upright, startling
nothing as the 
water moves in slight 
 
gold station updates
with unearthed 
fixtures on your 
back. I’ve seen you,
 
happening by the
lives of the normal,
under a journey
made untreatable
 
by fawns and idle
wheels in the forest.
None of us knows
the pull of the morning,
 
the way it falls even
under the blanket to 
wake you with sleepy
hands, We are 
 
passionate about 
nothing, belted into
cracked bucket seats
as the clouds
 
hurdle toward us,
two fallow beings
making love
in the night.