In Paris I gathered buckeyes
\nnear the Eiffel Tower.
\nIn Rome I watched children
\ngoing to school across the street
\nfrom the Sistine Chapel.
\nCrossing to England, I saw emerging
\nthrough the rain and fog
\nthe White Cliffs of Dover.<\/p>\n
Sitting on a bench outside
\nBuckingham Palace.
\nI asked a Philippino lady
\nwhat she thought of it.
\nShe hesitated, smiling.
\nI volunteered my impression
\nsoftly, bullshit?
\nShe giggled and replied,
\nyea, bullshit.<\/p>\n
So what is my wagon pulling?
\nWhat am I keeping in my soul?
\nThe mundane wonderful.
\nBy which I sit, plant trees,
\nwonder, out of what wood and water
\nI am made.<\/p>\n
Mary and I put fresh leaves
\nin a butterfly tent this morning.
\nWe are feeding the children
\nof a dead mother.
\nA Luna Moth who placed her eggs
\non the windowsill of our kitchen.
\nNow little caterpillars of pale jade
\nwill make their cocoons with us,
\nand be delivered to the world
\nwhen they rouse, beautiful
\nand complete,
\ncalling out to night a madrigal.
\nEclipses of experience.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In Paris I gathered buckeyes near the Eiffel Tower. In Rome I watched children going to school across the street from the Sistine Chapel. Crossing…<\/p>\n