Back in The World

he brushes his dress shoes

Saturday night after Saturday night

for Sunday services

as a matter of habit

before he slips into bed,


brushes the toes and heels

hard and fast

until he no longer sees

the scum of rice paddies

where nothing ever shined,


and looks again for the face

of the boy he was

in his high school yearbook

Only saints, sociopaths and fools have

the luxury of drifting into sleep

without seeing themselves again

as they look deep into the dark