I. The Explorer

Lost! Lost!
I have wandered many years.
In this madness of mysteries,
Of uncovered cities of magnificence,
Of gold and glory,
And yet I search for nothing
But myself.

II. The Teacher

To school, each day,
As a child would, except with heavier
Foosteps. Children
Gnash their teeth at me, an unwelcome
Intrudence into their life run by recesses and
Holidays. And yet
When rapt attention is given,
I forget, once again,
What I was there for.

III. The Scientist

She was uncertain in her white coat
That simple chemicals could bring about emotion
In the grey matter in our heads.
Or maybe
The red muscle further down?

IV. The Poet

Do you remember the lunatic you saw
In the alley the other day?
He wrote a poem about you.
There are far too many poets nowadays,
They write about far too much
And do far too little.
Maybe that is why
Poets never choose
To fall in love.