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
