Aired kindly Bloom his tragic-comic streak
As he wandered through the hostile, lively city,
While playing existential hide and seek
In a psychic stream of logic, mirth and pity.
And haunted was he by Rudy, his lost joy,
Whose sudden death had doomed the marital bliss;
He’d now be eleven, the cloud-capped fairy boy
They’d always mourn and never again kiss.
But Bloom didn’t know that by the end of night
He would adopt a soul in search of his own
Or that his earthy wife, her heart alight,
Would long for his return in bed alone.
Thus he regained a spouse and found a son
And deemed his odyssey love’s labour’s won.
23 January 2019