Observing this confused society,
that age by age through eons has evolved
into a fabric of complexity,
I wonder if our politics dissolved
the bright connections out of which we wove
the counterpane. That’s feral comedy,
or comic irony. Conventions drove
us sideways and we ripped our destiny.

I wonder we don’t wonder we can move
without collision. It amazes me
to share a train with hundreds half an hour,
in sleepy co-existence, as we prove
our evolution in a company
unchosen, underneath electric power.