I Wonder

The old man is quite garrulous.

To any error, he’s oblivious.

He’s wearing undergarments over his outer,

Causing anyone to become a doubter

Of his sanity

Or proficiency

At formulating a complete thought.

I patiently listen as I aught,

While he rambles about things that just don’t connect.

My eyebrows wrinkle as I confect

What might be his intention

Of anything he has mentioned.

He repeatedly blathers about the same thing,

As though his mind is caught in a do loop ring

Without an exit,

Being desperate

To make a point or reach an end

But having a chasm he can’t transcend.

Is there anything I can interject that might form a bridge?

I wonder.