Off your perch

You think you’re above

it all, above the world,

so in control, and yet

here you are battered

by the storm and waiting

for the sun to turn its face

again, turn its face towards

you and warm your icy

soul that never once saw so

much as a thaw in all these

years of distain—yes, here

you are thrown off your perch

and subject to the forces all

of us face; here you are beside

me trying you find your way

back to what it used to be.