Watch

The starkest
of the daytime,
of smoke-blue tint;
it's solid,
something I do know what to do with:

I tried to stare my footsteps down,
make sure they were new,
until I realized
that when the world around you changes,
they always, always will be -
bouncing over the sidewalk cracks
like fresh springs are rooted in your old shoes,
waiting for a new place
to wake them.

And no neck was meant to curve straight down;
the steps are to be ridden, not watched,
while the sun,
stars,
and all other fists
who punch to break blue and black
are for sight.

So you have me.
I aim my chin up there
and walk faster,
watching.