Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Winter Walk #10 (Without Apology)

Hurrying through the glum lot,
I saw 
a distant herd of 
unemployed umbrellas,
standing proud in cold rain.

They looked green
and dimly mocking,

and I believed that they existed.

Just then, a faint horn blew-
it echoed,
filling and redefining all space.

Those umbrellas were over there
because I was over here,
and I simply believed they could exist
without committing to their existence.

Stopping, I now stood sopping
and watched them shelter nothing
without apology,

no longer straining to imagine 
what it would feel like to be 
so resolutely useless,
so unemployed. . . 

which is to say,

self employed.