The Partial Explanation by Charles Simic
In love again with a poem. Oh, oh, oh, the little things, and how they tug at my heart.
The Partial Explanation
Charles SimicSeems like a long time
Since the waiter took my order.
Grimy little luncheonette,
The snow falling outside.Seems like it has grown darker
Since I last heard the kitchen door
Behind my back
Since I last noticed
Anyone pass on the street.A glass of ice-water
Keeps me company
At this table I chose myself
Upon entering.And a longing,
Incredible longing
To eavesdrop
On the conversation
Of cooks.