I’ve
been on a number of tours. But it’s different with poets. They may just sit and
look. Imagine what they notice! Stinking oxeye daisies. Ladybirds that poop on
your hand. How to collect eggs in a hen coop. And steep your whole day in
delicious scents. How the pencil often hides just when you want to write
something. About gnats attacking plane trees. About the flight of quail. And
about Matt the Cat who doesn’t venture outside the house. About catching whiffs
of perfume from a nearby street. Ana would like a Molecule 01. Or about the
height of stockings. About lightning strokes and thunder peals. About one’s own
dark side, which actually proves useful in translating. About one’s lost GPS. About
the Stinker Bug that smells like coriander.
