So here you are, a poet

So here you are, a poet,
who one morning wakes up
and sees himself, side by side
with Li Po and Tu Fu, side by side
with Bhagavadgita, next to
Seneca’s Letters – so close –
say, two or three pages or
just on the next page and you
close the magazine, smile: “At last”,
then sit down at the table
and write as usual; the pen only
stumbling in front of
the abyss.

So here you are, a poet