sometimes things happen

[betteroffbad]

sometimes I sit and wonder
why things happen the way that they do
for example one evening without thunder
in the spring of 1972
I was barely alive but remember
this song on the radio wailing
like the wind that was just then not howling
it was seven months after September
I thought about the imminent disembowling
of the fish in the icy basin outside
the song kept singing and singing
you know it's just your foolish pride
something was happening somewhere
all over the world in fact
but I was only four years old
I lay on the grass on my back
and stared up with longing at the cloudless sky
I was hoping a cloud would come by
I felt neither hot nor cold
It was spring or possibly summer
in the year of my disillusionment
because the lack of clouds was a bummer