Everything is humming and moving in time
People getting busy and moving in time
Watchers getting lossy and losing their stride
Peacocks are strutting and moving in time
Antlers are rutting and shoving aside
Children are walking having a time.
Clouds are gathering and glowering ahead
The workers are not getting out of bed
The ants on the ground cluster on a lollypop stick
And Am I the only one feeling sick?
Where does this happen today? Anyplace?
It’s just that it’s seared on my memory
like a chargrilled steak burned bits.
Am I talking to myself?
Am I not in good health?
Well enough to take a stage
and act something like my age
for the benefit of others that may hear
and act upon what I have to say
If and only if I get the chance.
At my interview today.