Kiss Kiss

You claim 
you have taken the entire world
as a faithful partner,
its hand in your hand,
walking the path with you;

kiss, kiss,
swing
and a miss.

This world owes you nothing. It is
not your partner,
the equality you feel with it
now and then
is just the balm
of you being useful
and when you are not — 

you wake at night,
still with the world
but wondering 
why and for how much longer and
you sit up lonely, startling
the cats in an empty bed — even you
aren’t there, are you? Meanwhile

the world pulls its hand back,
blows a kiss, moves away;

a matter of survival.