They are going down now
to the streets, to the rivers, the beaches.
They leave their beds and their houses
to stream out into the open air
driven by what obscure impulse we cannot tell.
See how they stare at the pebbles in their hands
turning them in their palms, studying each facet
or stand together in close observation of a parking meter.
Is this the truth that dreams yield?
Is this the secret knowledge we all seek?
Tomorrow I will go to the library
I will borrow a different kind of book:
one on electrical circuitry
another on how to build kitset aeroplanes.