Today, I learn about shadows as I pass
underneath the mammoth highways, flying over
fields of tall grass and bumbly weeds;
walls don’t hold them back because they
didn’t build them.
Today, I sit and listen carefully
as future moments begin to whisper
stories of their arrival, but still
too many questions begging to be asked
and too many answers begging to be kept
secret. I whisper in a strangers ear, and she
becomes a fellow rabbit in the enchanted forest
where we play gin and talk business,
while the young couple playing chess a few
tables down, go cross-eyed from the concentration.
Today I reflect on an idea,
that playing chess with someone you’re afraid to love
has nothing to do with the pieces on the board.