Perspective

I am trying to learn something 

about the distance between 

us. On my shoulder 

you placed your hand and 

I mindlessly kissed it. Skin,

yours, strange and somewhat cool,

felt like my skin. Later, 

I crept by the purple house. 

Fourteen blocks could not have been further 

from the truth. Like, driving I see 

Mount Rainier on the southern horizon, 

and she looms larger than 

anything in my life. But 

I’ve climbed her. I have been 

so close to her peak,

I’ve seen her snow sweat 

under late summer heat. 

How impossible. That was 

the same mountain I see now

speeding home, speeding

towards nothing important.