In the Lyric

You may lose yourself in a lyric
Lifted from a radio sermon.

You may lose yourself in the decades
You live from first hearing that lyric

To the day you sit watching large clouds
Outside the window of a cafe

Where you wait to pick up your order
You can’t afford, bought for daughter

You couldn’t have imagined back when
You first lost yourself in that lyric

That is streaming now from the speakers
Of a world you never imagined,

Changed utterly, as Yeats liked to say,
Same as it ever was, the lyric.