“I Don’t Know How it Works? Do You?”

How does the taste of coffee work?
And how about my
computer, or
the speakers that attach?
Somebody built this bed. I’d even
need help to do that.

I walk without knowing
how I walk. I gulp
without making a plan.
The birds I love and their
reflections in the mud
flats, their spindly legs caressed
by elfin waves?
No clue.

The words crowd up
within my throat, and
jostle to come forth.
Somehow they find an order.
(Their theories—a conspiracy
of elves and such—are as good as the quantum

I don’t even know why
I chose just now
to reach for another sip.
Something told me stop
for a sec, and now
I’m rambling on.


About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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