brought to church as a boy;
a man when he married; and now passing
the building with a child on his hand,
but no more ring
he looks through the window plastered
in the busy way with notices: what’s Up Next—
sees the dates all land somewhere in the future;
and he laughs, knowing they do not know
what’s Up Next or might last—
not knowing this is not the question he wants
answered; it’s his own and needs to be heard
not what’s going to happen?
rather: What Happened?!
THIS POEM APPEARS IN MY BOOK Approach
