|Jan/Feb 2002 • Poetry|
Uninvited Thoughts Intruding
As thoughts tend to do, it didn't knock.
It just came in and made itself at home,
Hanging up its jacket on the frontal pole,
Shaking its umbrella on my cerebellum.
And what good are legs when you can't stand
The world spinning beneath you?
We don't know anything that we don't know
Now and we'll never know better than that.