We sit above the red roofs, unnoticed, you and I,
admiring constellations as the hours tick slowly by.
We're everything to no one. What masks do we wear here?
If I showed you all of me, would you still want to come near?
You'll promise not to pester and I'll promise not to tell.
We'll hide our wealth from strangers and from those with whom we dwell.
In secret, divide your riches. I'll divide my fortune, too.
For truly we are not safe until all the counting's through.
With our eggs in separate baskets, lest catastrophe befall,
our enemy will be time, which makes beggars of us all.
This poem was written for Sunday Scribblings and Magpie Tales.