I was asking myself:
will I be like this? How will I manage?
Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table,
A beggar shivering in silhouette,
with a splash of vinegar:
It never stops still for a moment, so
I try to make it internal, and every wave is charmed.
How better to drift toward another world
but with leaves falling. The leaves, a modulation
of the accumulated darkness in which
two hundred million stars have wink and glimmer needles.
Soundless, their gaps in the dark
bless the traveler and the hearth he travels to.
All the blessings
for squash, apples, carrots, and potatoes,
the milk, the wine, the honey that night pours out.
The boy who lives inside me still won’t go away.
There was a gap in things and here we are.
This cento contains lines from the following poets: Andrew Motion, Langston Hughes, Seamus Heaney, Margaret Atwood, Donald Hall, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Rosemary Willey, Phillippe Delaveau, Luke Davies, Todd Davis, John Taggart, Bruce Weigl, Ron Padgett, Wendy Videlock, Howard Moss, John Hollander, Dave Lucas.