There are more like us. All over the worldThere are confused people, who can't rememberThe name of their dog when they wake up, and peopleWho love God but can't remember whereHe was when they went to sleep. It'sAll right. The world cleanses itself this way.A wrong number occurs to you in the middleOf the night, you dial it, it rings just in timeTo save the house. And the second-story manGets the wrong address, where the insomniac lives,And he's lonely, and they talk, and the thiefGoes back to college. Even in graduate school,You can wander into the wrong classroom,And hear great poems lovingly spokenBy the wrong professor. And you find your soulAnd greatness has a defender, and even in deathyou're safe.