Archaic Paradox

They squat opposite
The cave opening,
One barely inside,
Other barely out.

They maintain their stares
At each other’s eyes,
Neither one speaking
Or looking away.

It’s a sunny day,
No storms in the air,
A little old snow
Melting in patches.

Neither notices
You watching, waiting,
Aching to see them
Introduce themselves,

Interact somehow.
For them to do that
Would mean you’re involved.
You can’t intervene.