Explains So Much
One day the boy dug a hole in the alley
and found rusty gears from some unknown
mechanism. He gathered them like coins
and carried them through the house, past
the living room where Dad, the breath loud
in his nostrils, glared at Mom and Sis, both in tears.
The boy continued upstairs and stowed his treasure
in a drawer with his pocket knife and fossils,
then selected one of his brother’s paperbacks
(Asimov on math), lay on the bed
and started to read. Somewhere, people were yelling.