Unexpected

Finding a person in your pocket
well, that's unexpected.
I go to a friend's party,
drive a stranger home,
and there it is
a person falling into my pocket.
I study him, like I study a penny,
to see if he should remain
tucked away next to my hip bone.
I leave him there
forgetting I was ever without.
I wear the same pants everyday
just so I don't have to empty my pockets.

...July 2003