The Block

For two months
I have not written
a word.

My voice, a low
grumble, disturbs
our quarter

like the rumble
of the millstone
which having nothing to grind
grinds itself.

 

We Never Discuss Trapping Monkeys

You know how it’s done of course
with bottles and sugar. The monkey thrusts
in a paw and can’t extricate
his fist without giving up his bait
and won‘t. He’s captured thus.
But why should monkeys concern us?