parkplaza.

A nod invites me to approach.
And I do.
He then lifts a hand to stop me.
I abide.
—
Time passes, it’s passing us both,
we’re waiting.
Me—to get to where I need to go,
him—well, he’s on the clock.
—
Briefly, our universes coincide,
we’re falling at a constant speed,
time’s not bending,
not quite yet.
—
A metal coffin we share
for a full 23 seconds.
I have no wish to leave,
it’s all transitory—
and I can live with it.
—
A knock on my window,
he waves me on to exit.
—
I hesitate, but before he bellows
“Leave now!”
I muster the courage
and get out.