Honda Dealership

Went to Tampa Hondaland to get the 45,000 mile check-up on our Pilot. I cannot go to an oil change or regular check-up on my car without finding something else is wrong. Had to get 2 new tires. I was there for approx 2 hours and took a book with me to help pass the time (I was prepared). I chose an old favorite Nine Horses by Billy Collins. I have briefly mentioned him in the past. While there, I read Litany, it as as follows:

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine . . .

                        Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley,
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I am not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and–somehow–the wine.

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All apologies for the size of this post, I had it out with the computer about the presentation of the above text. I love how he plays with relationships and
the imagery we associate with them. I am immediately reminded of a song that my wife and Jen Reed sang a few weeks back, So Are You To Me by
Eastmountainsouth. Thankfully it’s much shorter than the poem:
    as the music at the banquet
as the wine before the meal
as the firelight in the night
so are you to me   
   
    as the ruby in the setting
as the fruit upon the tree
as the wind blows over the plain
so are you to me
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Both creative and earthy. Relationships often defy explanation so we try to put it into images that we’re familiar with. Hope you enjoyed these as much as I did.
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