Charles Simic Quote

The SomethingHere come my night thoughtsOn crutches,Returning from studying the heavens.What they thought aboutStayed the same,Stayed immense and incomprehensible.My mother and father smile at each otherKnowingly above the mantel.The cat sleeps on, the dogGrowls in his sleep.The stove is cold and so is the bed.Now there are only these crutchesTo contend with.Go ahead and laugh, while I raise oneWith difficulty,Swaying on the front porch,While pointing at somethingIn the gray distance.You see nothing, eh?Neither do I, Mr. Milkman.I better hit you once or twice over the headWith this fine old prop,