Holy Grail (A Poem)

Looking out my window

Today

I saw a white man

In his seventies

Walking down my street

Shucking and jiving

Like he was a black pimp

From 1978

This cheered me up

From my sick April ennui

And ran to tell my wife

About him

I found her

In the bedroom

Knitting a coin purse

For me

“Hon, I just saw an old man

Who was clearly happy to be alive”

She looks up to me

And smiles

Nods her head up and down

And goes back to her yarn work

I head back out

And take up my seat by the window again

Knowing full well

That I’ll not see anything

Of interest again today

…That I had seen the Holy Grail

Of boring activities

So, I lift the tea to my lips

And wait for nothing

To come

And it does