Jake's Confession

by John Grey



Today I got married.     

Had to get married.
It was time
and the woman was right.

Hadn’t I seen sparrows
bearing twigs to their nests.
Didn’t the neighbor’s dog howl
but from the heart not the gut this time.

And the storm clouds broke,
sun shone through.
It was a sign.

Really, the omens are everywhere.
Night follows day,
seasons turn,
make the world go around
so love won’t have to


About John Grey


Australian born poet, playwright, musician who lives in Providence, Rhode Island. I came to the US in the late 70's and was immediately offered a job at minimum wage on 3rd shift. What a country. Since then I have traveled from second shift to first to finally being able to work from home and only fill up my gas tank once every six weeks. I still earn minimum wage. The American dream.