- I suppose you see them everywhere
- rocks that kiss.
- or give the illusion of kissing as the road curves round
- and perceptions shift.
- the rocks move closer together
- as your car approaches,
- till that space
- before you see the rocks touch
- fills with weather,
- fills with your impatience and desire.
- at last the rock lips touch,
- or you believe they must touch,
- but you can’t be sure.
- the road bends
- before you can make out
- and one rock turns a chaste back on you
- to hide the other.
- so since you really didn’t see,
- since perception really isn’t all that matters,
- you can believe whatever you want.
- rocks kiss when no one is looking.