Poems from The Chessplayer
People always ask me 'Are you okay?'
And I always answer 'Yes'
Even when I'm not
Because saying anything else
Leads to interrogation
And...
I passed a tree
And wondered
How many things it had seen
How many more perhaps than even me
I wondered if trees could hear
What happens...
Earlier today there was a fly
Buzzing around my head
And I had a thought:
Flight is a truly spectacular thing
There are so many...
Tonight I was on the bus
And in its pale light
I saw a dirty man
Sitting to my right
His jacket was wet
From rain and mud
And from under...
At an outdoor restaurant
In Guanajuato
I and a friend saw
A homeless man
Come to ask for money
One of the cooks
Made him something to eat...