J.W. Burleson photo / Boquillas del Carmen, Coah.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

round ranginess of earth


This poem, from David Rivard's fifth book, Otherwise Elsewhere, sums up how I start to feel ( as a green midge/ or/ as a pine tree) on book tours. 
In Quebec, en route home to Maine, after reading in Montreal.
NOTE TO MYSELF

Having survived self-
esteem (both low & high), like
surfacing

out of a to-do
list for civil war
in the heart—

Having
been a back-stabber (when said
back was my own) or

lucky Darwinian
holder of
the Ace of Spades,

in my mind—
Getting to see myself
as a green midge

or
as a pine tree looming like
a fetching samurai

at the edge
of a meadow—I get a little
tired--& strangely

everywhere I go
seems one
step closer to wherever I

 thought
I was when I left
for wherever

I wanted to be.
Given the round
ranginess of earth, always

thinking of myself—
that’s it for me, tho. Enough. No
more, thank you. No, really.

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