#85 Kevn Brophy ‘Everything’

You can’t tell at the outset how much of everything

will be enough for one day.

A mechanic down the road worked

on the town grader all day.

The louder his heavy metal music played

the better the engine of the grader went. 

We walked in the dusk towards

that end of town where the town’s generator

goes unceasing, loud and hard behind wire fences.

We passed a house with a beat box out front

and fairy lights too. We saw a pig, a cow

and five children doing cartwheels.

We passed a house with the name Eugene

Written across the front wall.

We could hear that grader moving

slow and loud through the dark.

We turned for home. The horned cow watched us.

The children melted back to parents, aunts

and uncles playing cards or talking of the past.

This seemed to be enough of everything

for one day.