[NaPoWriMo poem #1.]

Nothing Changes, Not Ever
after Mark Eitzel’s “Mission Rock Resort”

Light rain is my curtain, my barrier
against the crowd. Order another drink

for appearance’s sake. I watch grown men hug
and sigh out hope. Two months ago I did

the same damn thing–and a month before that
and six weeks before that–and the circle

never closes. Rocks spin up and down hills
in mundane symphonies. I lay my palms

flat on the table and feel this future
rushing underneath, moving past me, not

mine to accept. Order another drink
for appearance’s sake. I could have said

words to affect change but didn’t, and look
what’s happening now. End of the season,

storylines wrapping up in neat little
bows. One minute you’re in arms reach and then

you’re week-old newspaper falling apart
in the street, headlines and trash together

at long last. Light rain is my curtain,
my barrier against the crowd. Order

another drink for appearance’s sake.