Explaining the Familiar

The invisible spinners,

Eternally working the threads:

Our friend is leaving, on her way,

Is here, she’s gone …

Bringing new intensities

To mundane routines.

In explaining the familiar

We can be reminded of

It’s forgotten powers.

If Not

 

On’y stuff

Worth the learnin’

The rivers’ll tell ye

…

If not now

Then

…

Eventually

Of All People

The little man, from the

Poorer side of Handsome Street,

Is on the screen again:

Twice framed and

Wondering how that happened

To him of all people.

I don’t know the young strangers

Bustling, full of spring’s nervous energy,

At the table next to mine.

Nobody is here from the Sad Cafe

And

Nobody is fleeing fire

This week.