Here come my night thoughts <br />On crutches, <br />Returning from studying the heavens. <br />What they thought about <br />Stayed the same, <br />Stayed immense and incomprehensible. <br /> <br />My mother and father smile at each other <br />Knowingly above the mantel. <br />The cat sleeps on, the dog <br />Growls in his sleep. <br />The stove is cold and so is the bed. <br /> <br />Now there are only these crutches <br />To contend with. <br />Go ahead and laugh, while I raise one <br />With difficulty, <br />Swaying on the front porch, <br />While pointing at something <br />In the gray distance. <br /> <br />You see nothing, eh? <br />Neither do I, Mr. Milkman. <br />I better hit you once or twice over the head <br />With this fine old prop, <br />So you don't go off muttering <br /> <br />I saw something!<br /><br />Charles Simic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-something/
