The Poem Is A Catalogue

The Poem is a Catalogue The Poem is a Catalogue A Long List Of all things seen and known All one’s memories All the times and loves one has had The great story of many other lives. The Poem is a Catalogue of a Continent Of a new world seen through fresh eyes It is the night of all Rabelais body- functions And Whitman’s wanderings And Borges literary labyrinths Of Joyce’s English language styles Oxen of the Sun. The Poem is a Catalogue of all the people One has known Their names and faces and lives All the relationships one has wanted and regretted And loved and lived in and needed to be. The Poem is a Catalogue Of a few small possessions One takes in one’s hand And goes far away with The books on the desert island And the last few things a hospice can hold. The Poem is a Catalogue Of all one will never be All one wanted and did not get The empty half glass. The Poem is the Catalogue God makes Of everything there is. God’s Poems And we if we can be Privileged to be Occasional readers Or not.