NON SEQUITUR

I am trying.

I am really trying

to stay with you.

To stay with the diversions 

and deflections

because I think

you are taking me,

taking me some place

worth going to.

So I wait for the punch line,

for the needle in the haystack.

But they keep not coming.

And so, I finally just ask:

What’s your point?

And that’s when it comes

like a catapult, the non sequitur,

your answer that makes no sense  

given what we’ve been talking about.

It sends me flailing away

into the distance, into a mote

of confusion, from where I see,

bobbing all by myself,

a fortress that will have

no visitors today.