I am seeing my universe.
But it’s unsatisfactory, tawdry, hollow, a wisp ….
The plumber splices a line.
He tells me to turn off the water.
The carpenter tells me to help lift a couch out of his workspace.
Two simple jobs.
I return to my crumpled vision,
Telling myself my books are my soul – delusion –
As I wanted to do more, be more
Than a stumbling senior who turns off water and lifts a couch ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early February 2015