The Face in the Toyota -- Robert Bly

(Poem #193)The Face in the Toyota Suppose you see a face in a Toyota One day, and you fall in love with that face, And it is Her, and the world rushes by Like dust blown down a Montana street. And you fall upward into some deep hole, And you can't tell God from a grain of sand. And your life is changed, except that now you Overlook even more than you did before; And these ignored things come to bury you, And you are crushed, and your parents  Can't help you anymore, and the woman in the Toyota Becomes a part of the world that you don't see. And now the grain of sand becomes sand again, And you stand on some mountain road weeping. -- Robert Bly

People Like Us -- Robert Bly

(Poem #93)People Like Us There are more like us. All over the world There are confused people, who can't remember The name of their dog when they wake up, and people Who love God but can't remember where He was when they went to sleep. It's All right. The world cleanses itself this way. A wrong number occurs to you in the middle Of the night, you dial it, it rings just in time To save the house. And the second-story man Gets the wrong address, where the insomniac lives, And he's lonely, and they talk, and the thief Goes back to college. Even in graduate school, You can wander into the wrong classroom, And hear great poems lovingly spoken  By the wrong professor. And you find your soul, And greatness has a defender, and even in death you're safe. -- Robert Bly