Let the fog drape over the terrace
under our feet and sweep us
out to that one line of pavement
away from tree spindles
and the laundry lines
clipped with our shorts.
Let us follow the mudslide
swell like clouds in a lightning-flecked sky.
We laugh as if underwater
as if we cannot see the mountain
shadow before us.
For now, you are mine
and we rise into a net of stars
each of us wondering
who will fall