DO I HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR WHAT I DO?
Why, for example, I take
All these pills: every night
And every morning, and why,
When I get into bed,
My teeth chattering from the cold,
I wear my socks
And I don’t take off my shirt?
So even if I no longer remember
What pills I am taking,
I smile when I peer at the labels,
Say, well, there has to be a reason that I imbibe
Zinc and strontium
And a whole mess of others,
And I meticulously make sure
That not one is missed,
Even though it is so hard getting them down.
It’s like when people walk
On special lines
That they alone can discern
On the sidewalk, certain
That if they didn’t they would fall
Down between the cracks
Into some decrepit abyss.
Ask them. They’ll be sure
To give you a thousand reasons,
Each one more fanciful, but still assured.
It’s like one lady I know
Says her prayers to characters in Shakespeare.
Each one of us has his secret ways,
So when it comes to feelings,
Though the world to you is hot, there is reason enough,
If I feel cold, to bundle up.
So what is to one a weirdish quirk,
To another is the epitome of what is true.