Moments

Precarious.

Walking parallel to the sidewalk,
missing the bumps, cracks
Sharp winds.
Hands forced deep inside of
unlined pockets.

Eyes closed.
Into traffic.

One moment, one instant.
I see you. And you're gone.
A vibrant display of the fragility of life.

I watch you retreat, wondering.
What would it take?

Each crack,
a spindly earthquake story.
Small forests,
populating the canyons.