The Un-strange Thing

by Franco Bertucci

Any day now, I will be a father of three.
Crazy, that is.
I won't ask how it happened,
for I think I have a pretty good idea.
And I won't ask where the time went,
for fear that a physicist might tell me.

I will say (what everyone knows) that life is strange,
but I want to know how we know that.
What is the un-strange thing inside of us
we compare life to and call it strange?

Awkward Guy

Poems and other embarassing things. 2010 Franco Bertucci