The Alberts—not Schweitzer or Einstein
But my two Alberts—lived up to the names
Of their illustrious namesakes just fine.
Not participating in American games—
All of which involved solitary balls—
They preferred instead to play hide-and-seek
With truth—children ignoring their mothers’ calls,
Waiting for the mystery of night to speak.
Into the heart of darkness they schlepped,
Time’s troubadours who had lost their way—
Time’s insomniacs, they only slept—
And that figuratively—during the day.
But before retiring, they saw the light:
Relatively, night was day, day was night.
Robert Forrey, 2012