Tough Day: Closure

Upstairs, in the bath, my wife

is humming some made-up tune

in which the mood of a zoned-out

happiness willfully prevails.

Why do I suddenly think of the horse skull

that I saw last year in the countryside?

Because a bird rose out of it,

as if the brain

is determined to sing and fly,

the brain is determined to sing and fly

no matter what.