I never climbed the hill

or strolled to the end of the pier

to see what the walkers in rain

might be finding out there.

Nor did the book fall open

where Maeve had secretly signed it.

In fact, it never fell open.

Not that I minded: the world

streamed away

wherever the great ships

were going. Far away

there were ways beyond knowing.

I walked back to the house.

My sister’s new child was chained

to her breast. She drifted

inside a dark forest.

My father opined while the dog whined.

The television did its best.

While my father opined

the dog licked itself.

Well, you manage to find

what might make you happy.

I went on the Net. I wandered.

Asian bukkake.