The Paul Poem

* cause it’s about time he had one of his own.

I can see you there

sitting in that dumpy chair

that you refuse to toss away

with a dog nearby

thumping a tail in hello

while you rustle about

making cheerful messes

and sit like a kinetic statue

contemplating the cosmos

for an hour or twenty

while the world buzzes by

and you give a sigh

waiting for the universe

to catch up