What the Evening Brought

Kathryn Chun

Silence in the car, and I have disturbed what’s here
The beginning of what will later roll in my stomach-
Making it impossible to sleep, when I lay myself in bed

And if I turn my head, and find your eyes, even in the dark of night-
Made even darker by the coruscating streetlights
Is it possible that I may overlook you, lose you at the next stop sign?

Then you touch me.
And it’s all gone-
Even as we sit, by the side of either window
I feel your soft fingertips yawning in my hair, stretching towards my ear,
Softly strumming my skin, praying at my temple, and the pin pricks of warmth
Close my eyes to the city

I give up in your hand
Not once searching for your eyes, as mine are out the window
The potential has its nervousness
And my sadness, appropriately whole
For already I’ve lived for a century