Maybe We’ll See You Again Someday

Days happened. Happened. Arrangements
Were made. And then more days happened.
Acquaintance floated in and out,

Extending, even if losing
Quickly whatever had been built
In the days of interaction.

From the slope, there was the mesa.
Behind the mesa, the mountain.
Behind the mountain, another

And back again. The way the world
Was made, made to guarantee days,
During which people got to know

Each other before they forgot.
More days would keep on happening.
Happening would ensure things changed.

Go outside and stare at something.
That happened, people like to say.
It was nice getting to know you.