(For Betty, and Rob who introduced you)
As you grow older
(no one grows the other way)
you get curiouser and things
get delightfuler
You spoke just now with a friend by phone
(could 'a been earlier, to be sure, not later)
and at the end she said (the usual), Goodbye,
and you overheard yourself say, oddly,
Good to see you
You noticed for the first time ever,
you picture people you talk with on the telephone,
well, only sometimes, for it helps to know them,
at least to have seen them before
Would it not be just too odd
to picture a person never seen
or whose face you could not recall
when you called them or they, you
That phenomenon would be curiouser, still,
maybe not more delightfuler
All your foolishness set you to sitting and
to thinking deeper, do You not act that very way
when You relate to Your objects of faith,
whatever You trust the most
You try to picture them
without knowing them
without seeing them
You could submit that as a logic odd,
too odd to be logic or to make a sense
of any sort, but that's how faith is sometimes
Your belief need not get between You and the grief of Another
