above me

your thick cache of bounty may some day do you in
the very weight of your security,
tackle and measure,
may well bring you crashing down
through your ground
and my sky

face to face,
through violently scared eyes,
you will see me
see you

wild and crazed you will claw
at invisible enemies and gnaw
at the air by your side,
finally to escape an imagined threat in me

but I wish you only safety,
measured in days spent,
playing your strange furry games
and rejoicing,
once again,
in the warm of the summer sun

© 2003 Tobin Smith