The eyes wonder
That is, the back of the eyes wonder
The feet plod
That is, the moccasin shod feet plod
In this way
I have my own out of body experience
Just as yesterday, in the car
Crossing the bridge over the River Trent
The rain falls
Raindrops splash up six inches or so
From the automobile’s shiny black roof
A water and tin symphony, in Lincolnshire
In Yorkshire, Headingley to be precise
The cricket test match is in progress
I sit here, listening
Witnessing my ears ringing, my blood flowing
Soon it will be 4:30
I have backed a one-hundred-to-one outsider
In the Derby; I picked it because of its name
Zabriskie, which reminded me of Pink Floyd
