There is no need to explain
where we found ourselves,
or how, beside the road, looking, glittery-eyed, out
over the edge, gazing down with a sense of trepidation,
making those unconscious adjustments in our vision
to accommodate to that inutterable fantasy,
but never quite taking that physical, that precarious, step.
It was as if we were children, out on our own for the first time,
as if what we saw was really and truly unique, like another universe,
another kind of reality that we had never previously
had the opportunity to experience.
We didn’t even have to catalogue it,
put it into one of those data bases
where you‘ve got to share everything
whether or not that‘s your desire.
It was enough that we were two of us
and if we wanted
we could get back in the car
and drive someplace
else where we could be as happy and safe
as anyone in this kind of world.