And that, I should think, is enough
Of all that for just now. It's late
Already and I said I would
Be home early. No one ever
Is home early, early enough
For everyone. We're always late
Either for our others we share
Our domesticated lives with
Or for ourselves, wanting to be
Back in time to have enough time
To catch our others with others
Or embrace our others for hours
Or savor the nonexistence
Of any others, of ourselves.
And that, I should think, is enough.