We See You in Those Bushes

Someone you know is lurking
Out there, somewhere, at all times,
Someone who could surprise you,

Unless there’s no one you know,
In which case, whoever lurks
Will crash like an accident

Popping up in front of you,
The motorcycle that bursts
Into view, or the deer, or

The wall. You’re only safe if
Neither you nor anyone,
Nor any possible thing,

Moves. That’s just ridiculous.
Everything moves or is moved,
Including your lurking you.