I’m standing in the creekbed
looking for good skipping stones
out of habit. The backburners of my brain
are puking back up things
I never intended on thinking.
Doctor says that cognitive dysfunction like that
is called delirium until past 6 months. Then, it’s
dementia.
Price of beer’s increasing more because of the
price in hops, less because of fuel costs, the radio says.
Phineas Gage called his tamping iron
his “constant companion during
the remainder of his life.”
Law of probability means that no matter how long
a hitter’s streak, he’s just as likely to get the next one
as his batting average says he is.
Back in the day, I used to argue
with some of the neighborhood boys,
who said it was called Day Creek, when
the maps and signs said Murray Run,
plain as day. We would come here, to
this spot, because back in the day, it was
the deepest part of the creek.
The sun was always warm on our shoulders
coming through the canopy, the rocks on the bank
smooth and flat. Perfect for little flicks.
