by John Grey

 

What's lunacy but

where you're seen in town,

which people you are noticed with,

what words are overheard

sprouting from your mouth

or directed at you.

 

What's madness

hut your life

impinging on others

in random ways,

at odd times,

defying explanation

while at the same time

encouraging it.

 

What's insanity

but the interpretation

put on all this

accidental contact,

the haphazard

in the guise

of preordained.

 

What can be rational

when unexpected people

haunt the unsuspected places.

What's love for instance

but stuff that shows up in the heart,

that should be in the head.