I break eye contact instantly

Sometimes by choice

Sometimes not

I fear what would happen if it is maintained

What if something climbs the ramparts of my mind and jumps

What if i am forced to face my past or future or present

It’s far safer to look down

Into my comfort zone

Into the recesses of what is known

“I can find an answer there.”

“I can find satisfaction there.”

A screech interrupts my thoughts

And draws my attention outwards

Perhaps I am not so stuck