everything we're used to
I am always
jumping the gun.
My elbows are always
making trouble.
Even the pigeons
pay no attention.
And the squirrels are
right at home.
People look at me
but look away,
like I didn't notice.
I don't feel
too regal here.
But I guess
these things take time.
Say thank you,
he told us.
And we did.
Those things
that we're used to.
Moths navigate
by the moon
and the stars.

TMK 8/26/04