Trajectory

All you have is trajectory
to sell you:

clear arc from
yesterday to now;

clean framing line
in mid-air revealing

origin, path, and
predicting destination;

but what are you now,
in the moment?  Freeze

a second, long enough
for us to see your eyes

and the lines around your mouth;
are they from laughter or anger?

Let us see because assuming
based on trajectory is not

sufficient.  Face us for once
as that arc behind you is smoke

and no one can tell
if you’re still on fire.