William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Ask Yourself

At the rate I’m going, steady though it may be, it will take me several years to finish reading all fourteen volumes of Thoreau’s journal. I hope I have those years. But if I don’t, I’m happy to have had those leading up to them. And when I say hope, I mean I’m willing to live them if they’re given me, and that I understand very well they might not be, and that that is a reason for happiness also. Why poison the memory of what I’ve had, and of what I have now, with regret for what I imagine I will not have, especially when the unknown could prove to be even more? As it is, what I have had is also unknown, or at least a guess, or an interpretation, or a dream I have tried in good faith and with partial effectiveness to record. Such is my wealth. What is yours?

Ask Yourself

a leaf
that falls
but never
then ask
if you
to live

Ask yourself: Is it you that is precious, or the gift you bear?

Songs and Letters, August 31, 2006
Another Song I Know, Cosmopsis Books, 2007

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