Museum

Sundays, like a stanza break
Or shower’s end of all applause,
For some old unexplaining sake
The optimistic tread these shores,
As lonely as the dead awake
Or God among the dinosaurs.

From The Boys at Twilight: Poems 1990–1995 by Glyn Maxwell. Copyright © 2000 by Glyn Maxwell. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.