To Mr. Wilbur*

Your poems are like riddles,

beckoning to be figured out.

Sometimes they refer to

an unfamiliar place,

             or a random date.

Time does not hold you

                                       down.

Nor does it hinder your ideas.

Whether I join you

By the Orchard Trees, or

In a Smoking car.

I find that the journey we take

Is never dull.

Never dull.

(*Richard Wilbur the poet)