Sehnsucht

High above a falcon wheels and withdraws, wheels again as you parse the busy sidewalk: you are looking for someone because you are always looking for someone: you think the world is too full, that there is a glut you will never understand, and yet at times it feels simply wrong: the people whom you do not know, and yet are looking for, and yet feel split apart from, as if you were born missing yourself fully, are gone or replaced by cut-outs you imagine are human: and what if they are, what if every unbelievable face truly is as distant and separated and mistaken as you, what if they too feel split and cloven: before you can finish the question you see the falcon break from the sky: when you were younger watching high things caused vertigo: now, you are convinced that it is right to feel cautious and melancholic: it is right to look for someone whom you do not know: it is right to believe that every sidewalk ends in a precipice.