The Clasp

We travelers on the endless wastes in single orbits
gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind
hard-weather hoods a-hiding
Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel
afraid to chance a gentle touch
afraid to make the clasp
In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages
ON ring roads, nose to bumper crawl
commuters in their cages
Cryptic signals flash
across from pilots in the fast lane
Double-locked and belted in
too late to make the clasp
Let's break the journey now on some lonely road
Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload
Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear
Refill the cup and drink it up
Say goodnight and wish good luck
Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding unsteady courses
Grip the reins of history, high on their battle horses
And meeting as good statesmen do before the T.V.
eyes of millions, hand to hand exchange the lie
pretend to make the clasp