Dogs 2013

FADED GLOW
(2/7/13)


I sometimes
think
that I know
something

I sit
in front
of a computer
all day
crowned
in a cyber
halo
of internet
knowledge

I sort
the players
from the
sayers

the movers
from the
fakers

sometimes
from half
a world
away

I make
the calls
and our clients
pay for it
all

~

I take
a break
and walk
the block
to the interstate
just to see
the progress
of the widening
project

although
I can picture
a final product
I do not understand
the process
in the least

I then watch
a young woman
struggling up
the access road
on the opposite
side

child crooked
in one arm

three bags
of groceries
clasped awkwardly
in the other

I wonder
at the endurance
of her daily
existence

on the way
back
to the building
a gray dart
buzzes right
in front of me
colliding
into the plate glass
of the west
offices

I consider
the crumpled
disarray
of feathers
now fallen
to the lawn

a sparrow
breathing heavily
beak opening
and closing
silently

little eyes
blinking
beyond
comprehension

I pick
it up
and see that
the neck
is broken

it looks
up
at me

then dies

I take
the tiny body
over
to the dumpster
and gently
lay it
on top
of some
shredded paper

I return
inside
to my cloistered
cell
of expertise

I really
know nothing
at all