Daybook

Man on train:  You have to plan for success,

but be prepared for failure; with all the assurance

of his squint-eyed beefy-armed years.  Compressed

in the next seat, splay-kneed, in cuffed brown pants—

an equally-crumpled friend, throat guimped in tie ...

What has happened to us humans here?  and how?  and why?

The wife awaits—is she glad, and does she kiss

the meaty face—and does she love the crooked

eye; and do the giant arms enfold—her weariness—

remembering how longingly they 'd looked—?

You who say that joy can no one flood or melt

for long, adamantly I will argue down;

flailing out as if I knew, as if I had already felt

twenty, thirty years of love growing, grown—

and writing words—write!—as if to show

a history I haven't had, of things I cannot know ....