Tuesday, March 17, 2020

A Smile to Prove That Time Is Not Linear

Jotting my history of yesterday,
divided into eight topics.
History radiates
into the future, starting with my weight
and other microscopic
stuff, like the food I ate,
whether or not I hesitated
at the gate, and was I completely misanthropic
or did love radiate
like the spring glow on a bed of radishes,
expressed in my playing and my writing?—
all the pageantry of yesterday
enacted on the lined pages of today—
starting with my gnomic
1+and, to say what radiates
not forward but outward—no searching ray
but a comfortable nap somewhere in my biopic.
All the mishegas of yesterday
lies down in my almanac and radiates.