I went down to the courts to find Lorie
Because an error marred his tax returns.
Stressed and embarrassed, profoundly sorry,
I fixed my mistake but suffered concern.
So I went to find him. Sat on a bench
For two long hours until he arrived.
I waved him to me, he waved me away.
I shouted “come here right now.” He contrived
To ignore me again. I disrupted
The game, entered the court, gave him the stuff
And left. For two days now, primed to erupt,
I’ve seethed, contemplating his rough rebuff—
Composing vicious rebukes in my head.
I wanted him to dredge his fertile mind,
Explain his contempt; but—mellowed—instead,
Discovered the reason. He was deaf, blind.
He lived in a parallel universe
Different from mine, and his was crimped, cursed.
The physics seems odd, but how else explain
That inexcusable and rude disdain?
(3/29/13)