Unlike Me
The Philosopher, in never-ending quest
to elucidate the universal best
speaks in ever shrinking terms until
he speaks of nothing, nullity and nil.
The poet seeks the most particular,
the narrow moment, most familiar,
refined and burnished to the vanishing,
to bring the universal to reckoning.
Each day the world sets out to shop,
to stuff their bags, as turkeys do the crop
with grain and grit to grind and fill the void.
The universe spins on, quite unannoyed.