No Crow, I

Out on the streets they cast wary eye
A curious vigilance each time I pass by
The old woman who shivers waiting for bus
Upon seeing me conjures five letters…trust
Small child, a rose bud fills me with awe
She views me as iceberg never to thaw
Young man checking my items at grocery store
Uneasiness bound ‘til my back is at door
Blossoming girl with stroller quickens her pace
She saw shadow perdurably etched on my face
Elderly fellow out walking his dog
Both dog and the man aware of my fog
Waters of river fill town with pride
Yet, on my arrival recede to low tide
The grass seems to yellow where my feet walk
The birds always scatter with sonorous squawk
The corners of mouths turn down when I talk
An answer I seek, at which door shall I knock?
My wife she perceives yet cannot be unbiased
Bartenders pour forget “when all else fails, try us”
Religion posits question “why not comply thus?”
I am “now’s” anachronism, grasping for what was
Atop ocean of tears I command ripped sail raft
A miniature “crow’s nest” sets on wooden shaft
An ebon “woefarer” alights to explain my gaffe
“Oh sad traveler, ‘tis simple,
you’ve forgotten how to laugh”