Potential’s Surface
Sunlight,
bright light
fades
casting shadows long.
Long ago, like my memories.
A castle,
Spain,
a road trip home.
I found none.
As they crest the potential’s surface
they look at me
distant like a light source.
Left,
right,
right above me.
One has to consider things,
taking things into consideration.
Why would a box climb a mountain?
Yet I place it there.
Alone, its solitude
on this last scrap of paper.
