permanent impermeable air

when you walk down the road,
what will be there?

will you find a cliff and climb it to the sky,
or pencil dive into a sparkling waterfall?

will you laugh at the revelation
of blissful connection,
or storm off in anger
at the one chance meeting
you never let go of?

do you prefer the masked unknowing,
to the effort of raw vulnerability?

will you find beauty
in corrosion,
or see taint
in joy?

sudden, irrevocable change
in the blip of a phone call -
a line of fire,
Blake's experience;
innocence was.

and if they were beside you,
any of them,
what would you say?

because the known "now"
leaves option of a wish;
if the "other" were,
with no memory of "now,"
perhaps "now" would be the wish.

the past lies immovable.
moments await.
etch with care.