I find it alarming
that you don’t wear a watch
when you look out of your eyes.
you are a view without judgment,
observational without audience attempt.
no position that monitors,
no capacity to stalk, harass or annoy.
no one is home in you
as separate from me.
what pools are your eyes,
to absorb or embrace?
I am a lifejacket response
to your sight.
I am treading in your ocean of one.
unable to relax into this current
is the sea that you see,
of all . . .