EVERYBODY’S LOOKING FOR SOMETHING
That’s a song, right? Oh, mea culpa. You’re right: it’s every song. And most prayers, if you’re still on the Ask and you shall receive; seek and you shall find program. Doesn’t matter whether you’re a sitting-pretty, wanting-for-nothing type individual or her looking-for-love in-all-the-wrong-places doppelgänger. Chances are, either way you still spend a lot of your time in the dumps. Meanwhile, the only song that makes sense to me is, mirabile dictu, my two-year-old granddaughter’s favorite song. The wheels on the bus. Go round and round. Just as well she doesn’t know the last verse. The wheels on the bus go round and round. Until they don’t. Full stop.
Maryanne Hannan has published prose poems from this series in Sentence, Gargoyle, Rabbit: A Journal of Non-Fiction Poetry (AU), Magma (UK) and 111O. A resident of upstate New York, she likes to think we can laugh and cry across boundaries. www.mhannan.com