Sonnet 2

Who for the love of God is good at what I mean to tell you 

competence, Dr. George McMorrow, who claimed

"There is not substitute for competency." He wanted proof,

whereas I'll gladly take ability and believe. Remember

someone stray in the academic hallway thinking thinking while

the shoots of crocus outside are destined to hold even 

in November because we recall them. Our minds not quite

the carte blanche we declare they are as in babes not always

but often in the woods upstart themselves into modest adulthood 

with shiny waxen outer surfaces of cars they can't yet drive. 

The bounding outward from a childhood room to walk 

only to walk beyond the cago around the bloom the mist 

the creased light of the afternoon not random but right

where it is (supposed) as am I on the cusp of rehearsal

only cozied into an imagined fourteen measure rest.