Carl, wake up Carl
Why must you rest
while the rest go about their days
in dazed and discontinuous play?
Why are you so tired?
Is it late nights? I would suspect
beers, but there is little to suggest it.
That leaves mornings. Perhaps early days of restless
errands. I see those juggled lists and dog-eared calendars.
Book piles browned by a thousand little
fingers.
I was about to ask. Confirm some suspicions
though in fairness I should maintain none - your fatigue
being no business of mine
But then I noticed you drifting off and recognized
our common haze, like two cold teas warming on a wet afternoon.
Huwei, Taiwan 2013