What name do I have for you? <br />Certainly there is not name for you <br />In the sense that the stars have names <br />That somehow fit them. Just walking around, <br /> <br />An object of curiosity to some, <br />But you are too preoccupied <br />By the secret smudge in the back of your soul <br />To say much and wander around, <br /> <br />Smiling to yourself and others. <br />It gets to be kind of lonely <br />But at the same time off-putting. <br />Counterproductive, as you realize once again <br /> <br />That the longest way is the most efficient way, <br />The one that looped among islands, and <br />You always seemed to be traveling in a circle. <br />And now that the end is near <br /> <br />The segments of the trip swing open like an orange. <br />There is light in there and mystery and food. <br />Come see it. <br />Come not for me but it. <br />But if I am still there, grant that we may see each other.<br /><br />John Ashbery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-walking-around/
