I Say I Can’t Go On, Then I Go On

I Say I Can’t Go On, Then I Go On

If I say my neighbor is a lonely man
Who walks his lonesome dog
I think you’ll understand:
Twilight or dawn it’s the same.
We continue. No analogy.
We sit or stand.
Remember music.
I say my neighbor remembers music.
You know it doesn’t matter
If it’s jazz or Rimsky-Korsakov,
Strangely the mind
Has no judgment
Though later, like
The neighbor
Safely at home
Mind will think it has taste
But no matter–
The world “worlds”
And the cheap tune
That got you going
So long ago
Comes around again.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto