18

WHAT IS SOMEWHAT

I want to say
That I enjoy or even understand
This mysterious thing called
Changing my life. I want to,
But I don’t. Instead,
I say, “Out of my fridge, Healy!”
Although it is his refrigerator
And he is not in it,
And I am free
To look at his books and his cds
As he has given me leave to do.
Art, war, rock. All right!
But what’s this one with the narrow binding
And the plastic sheet for a cover,
“Thirty centuries of”
It says above the next book over.
I pull it from the shelf
A big G and a big D
Followed by a little r and a little e –
I pause – is Todd a hippie with
A Grateful Dead fakebook? But the words are
Graphic and Design. Hmm, a little course packet.
Sorry to disturb you.
Well, somewhat sorry,
Somewhat lost in the glittering snow
Following Bob Weir’s electric cuneiform
To Cambodia.