old town

as I ride through the streets
at this hour,

left turn, then right,
over the cobblestones. I see
the yellow

squares of windows.
the movement of shadows.

is there love up there.
what's going on

in darkness. who's sick,
who's dying.

what baby is in a crib, new
born
into this

crazy world?

I roll slowly through the quiet town,
the sidewalks
rolled

up tight on a Wednesday night.

I think that everyone who's
alive right
now

in a state of worry or joy
will be dead in a hundred
years or less.

so what's the point?

but i'm hungry and I have no more
time for

thoughts like this.