Will you think less of me if I
tell you most of my thoughts come while
sitting on the throne, like Rodin?
Today it came to me how like
trying to milk a cow is the
urgency of writing a poem.
You see, as a child I never
got the hang of correct milking,
and as an elder never tried.
A small library has sprouted
in my throne room, and I keep on
on the wall.