Prospect

engine idling— a low hymn beneath everything

acd cabin sealed, a soft square of artificial winter

mist lifting off the water like something remembering itself

green haze in the trees— pollen, light, rumor

the season not arriving but pressing in

Diet Coke sweating in hand

no urgency in the sip

this is the pocket

—

step out

into the wild

my people beside me

footsteps syncing without asking a loose formation presence shared across the ground

no leader no rear just movement

the world doesn’t open for us—

we enter anyway

—

echo aches

a tooth remembering collapse in softer tones today

pulse still there a small red metronome behind the face

monday 9:30

an appointment with fate

until then—

ceasefire

—

mad agents everywhere

sidequests stacked on sidequests

errands dressed like purpose notifications posing as direction

precision without north

—

a good-bellied gentleman in the shade

Superman stretched across him

lighting a cigarette

the myth translated

steel rendered soft and still holding

—

young men pass by

glimmer intact

a small private sun

unspent

—

the world is full of prospect only

hope brushing against chronic hurt

like it’s nothing

not erasing—

just larger

—

this is empathy—

clarity

to see the fragility

the precious material we are

not steel—

something finer

—

“In The Movies” playing

like it wants to frame it

but it doesn’t

no arc no resolution

just—

mist movement ache people hope

—

not therapy not mitigation not pain management

this is a field

and i am in it

still live still here still becoming