Partly With a Chance

It's hard to see eye to eye when you never let me sit at sea level---

and I've longed for sea level

because that is where I always rest my eyes when you are nowhere to be found

resting eyes

my tired eyes

where I strummed my fingers on good parchment

waiting until our sit ins

so we could sit up straight---

with long necks and big ideas

with our heads in the clouds

because that was the good playing field

where we were at our best---

and our best behavior

and we had the best to offer

except all the things we would never say

to

Each other---