(poetry diary 139) I was not lucky enough to take a destination-vacation over the holidays, but I am posting this for friends who were.
BACK FROM VACATION
“Back from vacation,” the barber announces,
or the postman, or the girl at the drugstore, now tan.
They are amazed to find the workaday world
still in place, their absence having slipped no cogs,
their customers having hardly missed them,
and there being so sparse an audience to tell of the wonders,