Landscapes and Cityscapes

followed by urgency and pleading pain
and sometimes aggression,
we walk until the signs tell us we cannot walk
anymore. and then we stand in silent agreement,
halted on a corner,
two mirrored players losing at the same game.
neither one sees that it's a draw.
he asks you for something and you look at him
in a way that does not say 'yes'
in a way that does not say 'no.'
his hands are dirtier than yours
but his spine carries the same caging skull
and your eyes scream with the same desperation.
yet
you know that no one can hear your beg
so you walk when the sign tells you
you can walk.

carrying pride and childlike curiosity
and often fear,
we walk until our bodies tell us we cannot walk
anymore. and then we stand in breathless awe,
suspended at the edge of a cliff,
and one body falls into another.
it asks nothing of you and you ask nothing of it
so you gaze into the blue
so you dive into the blue.
and you are both dirty
you are both unclean
and your eyes shine like the waves' crests
because
you know that everyone should feel this cold
so you swim when the world tells you
you can drown.