It came in the car
As he sat at the light
A curtain was lifted
In the lane to turn right
The bulb clicked
The bell rang
Eureka was said
(Not with a sound, but inside of his head)
The fog was dispersed
The cobwebs dispelled
A feeling of confidence
Started to swell
Then the light turned to green
And the radio played
A song he had loved once
way back-in-the-day
And leaving the corner
Of Market and Faire
Frederick T. Banks
Left enlightenment there
Attracts the few
Who have embraced
Aloneness
Who've come to
Watch
White
Cambered waves
Against the wind's relentless
Nettles
Who marvel at the pier
Fenced by slats of
Icicles
And the exchange of
Sand and snow
Below a hopeless slate
Gray sky
The sirens
Whisper
In small crescendos
A frozen soul
Thawed
By majesty
Clinging to rusty
Stakes
It's gaunt wire
Twisted and
Broken
A net torn
In too many places to mend
No longer keeping out
Nor keeping in
It hangs persistent
Like so many things in this
World
In spite of its
Uselessness
If you're wide awake
And you can't get tired
If you're body's fidgety
And your mind is wired
Read this when you're tucked in bed
Waiting for the dawn
Your eyelids don't feel heavy and
You can't produce a yawn
If your legs are restless
If you toss and turn
If events throughout your day
Are causing you concern
If the sandman's passed you by
Read this to the end
And
If you're not asleep by now
Then read it once again
