When Asked What I Do as Poet Laureate EGS


I’m out here

Waiting for you

You’ll find me

After lunch

At the Allalin

Out in the garden

Under the glacier

At the long table

The red one

Near the pine trees

Or if not here

I’ll be up on

The grassy bank

Near the near side

of the Crystale

You’ll find me

Waiting for you

As you enter

On the poetry bus


“Dig in the dirt now

It won’t hurt now”

As we throw away or gather in

an image or a question or a red thread

As we speak our dreams

from the heat to the hear

To the heart to the hearth

To the middle of mud to

the first circle the creation cycle

We listen we hold on

Tomorrow we will do the same

We do not disappear

We eat our words

They are nutricious and satisfying

Here in the sunlight under the glacier

And we am grateful

So we bow to the mountains

We bow to the sky

We bow to the great momma

Who’s happening by

We praise the poems

that make us cry

Or laugh or sigh or wander

Or wander off

When we’ve had enough

We praise the one that takes too long

The one that comes into us

Like a song

The one you never wrote

The one that catches in your throat

The one that makes you yawn

The one you suddenly own

The one you dare

The one you try for the first time

The one that arrives

As surprise or this morning at sunrise

The understanding one

The one that gives you rant for the rope

The one that got away

The one that catches in your throat

The one stuck in the craw

The one for the crow the one for the crew

The laconic one the ironic one the one that says nope

You see me/ I’m here

I’m your poet laureate

I have my lasso

So don’t worry

You can’t go wrong

I’m here

At the garden’s edge

Like an egg on the horizon

And if it rains

We’ll make a contingency plan

Maybe inside near the bar

Or upstairs in my room

We’ll find a place

So don’t go away

I’ll be there

Will you be there?

Ok then