Texting While Walking

I often meet your eyelids, where your eyes should be,
on cool walks in evening, when I have no destination
in mind. Then, when your eyes flit up—it only takes
an instant—hope registers a fellow human being, a non-
threat.

‘Thou hast lovely eyelids’, I sometimes think to say,
an innocent prelude to nothing, while more often
my thoughts return to lives of insects blithely crushed.
It is no more than an instant, before bearing back
down

onto the things that control us.

David Capps