Upon leaving the theater
Met by the cool late winter night
The lights of Downtown Chicago
Excited
The usual enthusiasms of our
Serious undergraduate years.
You and I and several mutual friends.
You from your world so foreign,
And I in mine, yet somehow linked,
Shoulders touching, we neared the corner,
Oblivious to the wind,
We to the right, others left to the street.
At that critical moment of fifty-fifty probability
Cries from our friends: Rosemary, Jeff?
Are you coming?
You in your world, and I in mine,
Drew a quick breath as the worlds stilled
And turned back.
For a brief moment I thought another possibility
The joyful act of union eerily sensed.
To this day I wonder how they get on in that other world.
Too Late for the Gods 