by Arthur Smid
To hold the thought balanced
Between familiar and unfamiliar,
Through downtown on a bicycle
Brought to mind the world.
The rooftop lay bare the unseen
Layered by doing and undoing
In rooms lit with memory and sunlight.
I walked in on someone I didn’t know.
The familiar made herself recognizable
Through embarrassment and nourishment
In full swing like an echo
In a heart held between us.
Why? Why not? Let numbers
Think and our hearts reason why.