One two three…four five six… You see me, palm-treed and pale traveler Off to see the wide wide world Sometimes the wizard Seven eight nine…ten eleven twelve… Participator in carbon-sucking time machines of flight Forever flitting and fleeing and floating On to the next and the next Thirteen fourteen fifteen… There are also things you don’t see Seated at my table for one Repeated questions “Married?” “No kids?” “Why not?” I suppose—I do—if I’d tried harder (tried at all), I could have settled ...