Closer - Matt Pond PA

It was the rocks you liked

So much you’d throw them

Down into the river’s darkness

Down from where the trains go flying

Your legs hung out

Into the air — we’ll keep on kicking

We’re moving but it’s never going

When we go it’s like we’re faking

Two palms, no sound

Closer and closer

The beam’s width that’s between us

Gets just a little leaner

We ought to fail to see it

And if I go to the left

And if you move to the right

So that we’ve hit and spilled

We’ve turned it off in the night

Between the banks that roll

The glass hidden motion

Above we go on without knowing

The pines control the wild sarcasm

To hold us up

And time was held

Well worth the holding

Waste when you try to save

Save it and it ends up wasted

You know these words

Answer we entered

The trains won’t ride beside us

But water moves beneath us

And takes away the sense of hearing it all