At least some Chinese manufacturers
have seemingly grown tired of our
endless mockery of their instructions.
No longer do they tell me “please to be
inserting the extended aspect
of part A into part B in the slotted area.”
Now they give me wordless instructions,
a series of pictures with lettered parts
which seems easier until, after
unpacking the many pieces, laying them
out on th workspace I discover
that either I am short one or more screws
or worse still, but more likely, when I begin
I will discover that several of the part
labels are lying in the bottom of the empty box.
The problem is one
of disequilibrium, for we
have grown tired of it
before it has grown
tired of us.
There is no agreement
to be reached,
no chance of
a detente, no
state of truce.
We will defeat it,
we have no
choice, but until
then the virus
will be our companion.
He says, in a quiet aside he hopes
no one will overhear, that he
has grown tired of being an angel.
And not for the reason we might think,
he adds with a wry smile.
The work is not all that difficult,
in fact there seems to be less of it
week by week, but he has grown patient.
The real problem is sleeping,
there’s too much time for it now,
but have you ever tried sleeping
with a set of wings on your back,
talk about shoulder pain, and don’t
think of rolling over, that
is always a bumpy ride to the floor.
I tried being birdlike, of course,
but even the saints had to laugh
as I kept falling out of the trees.