You know the towns I think
Where, passing through
You say to yourself
“This was the best they could do”
When the day is insufficient
Minutes not feeding me
Up river go the words
The outcast words
Oh anything will do
I was a lonely child
I couldn’t see and I’d go outside
and shout “Is anybody out here?”
Sometimes other kids wouldn’t answer
Why play with the blind kid—
he just ruins the baseball game?
Is anybody out here?
Trees in a light grey indefinite
The look of snow just fallen
I come home half forgetting who I am,
Checking myself—who walked the bridge,
Held a confidence, affirmed love
From branching directions?
Sadness comes from another life
To which we’re returning