The Line Between You and I

It stretches as far as the eye can see

A dark stagnant border

that separates you and me

Beyond the line

I see you flipping through today's paper

A latte in one hand

New York Times in the other

You leave both on the table

I guess that work starts tomorrow

Behind the line

I hear you streaking down Fulton Street

Curfew calls

but not loud enough

You miss the last ride home

I guess that work starts today

Beside the line

You feel me battling against the life outside

Their walls close in

Descartes' dream is on replay

I inch my way towards the border

You guess that work started yesterday