I do not know Maybes

I do not know Maybes.
Ifs, Perhapses, Contingents, and the like.
They are not from my neighborhood.

Now Certainties, I know.
We are comfortable together in our
solid, fact-bricked home.
We built it with our own hands.

Perfection is our neighbor,
and we try to keep our grass as nice as hers
(but our lawn mower isn’t as exact).

We have libraries of isms
and we organize them alphabetically.
On Tuesdays, we play bridge with Proof.
He always has interesting things to teach us.

We are not sure where the Maybes come from,
or why they show up sometimes
but we do not associate with them.

We don’t have time for their flower dances,
for the Conjectures and Irresolutions that visit them
and drink their herbal tea.
We have work to do.