Peeking in the windows of other people’s lives
then thinking suddenly of papayas and mangos
and not knowing why
silent early morning, a new beginning
white clouds that let us down
disappointing as they slowly disappear
like girls that smile but only for a moment,
they’re a narrow hallway leading to despair
try to have the quiet patience of trees and birds
who just don’t care.
Walking without destination
just exercise, they say that’s good
though they are seldom right,
faint comfort comes from fantasies
way better than what’s real
tomorrow they may all come true
they get more real each day.
Michael Plesset has published poetry, flash fiction, short stories, non-fiction, and wrote material for a stand-up comedian. He did graduate work in mathematics and philosophy, and also attended seminary at one time. He worked in high technology and taught English to Chinese students.