I Am Not Very Clever Today

There’s a strange rain falling:
slow drops, yellow sky.

The scientist makes us
take personality tests.
This seems beneath him.

Given two options,
I’m troubled by the worry
I could get this wrong:

You feel involved watching TV soaps.
You trust reason more than feelings.

For Jack, it’s a chance
to build a new Jack.
Every type is plausible:

The Warrior. The Diplomat.
Why not just choose?

I’m stuck on a graffito
I saw this morning
in the café bathroom—

a simple kind of thought,
but I had thought it mine.