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.