Cento

This morning I saw light kiss

Long-ago afternoon[s] forgotten by everyone.

How everything shines in the morning light!

There’s too little time left to measure,

he says. But I have no nose, no mouth,

forget you. This is about waiting,

sweet time unafflicted

like a forgotten word in the ocean of a dictionary,

'Tis the seal Despair!

I am accused of tending to the past,

I can’t even remember who I am.

What on Earth are we?

It is a sea, but it is music.

I lie beneath my window listening,

I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches

clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all.

I have hung our cave with roses:

heart everyone who hearts them back!

It’s a real thing, to love.

Friend, dance to this song—

it magnifies & I can’t explain it.