“No More Than This, Provincetown” by Richard Blanco

Today, home is a cottage with morning
in the yawn of an open window. I watch
the crescent moon, like a wind-blown sail,
vanish. Blue slowly fills the sky and light
regains the trust of wildflowers blooming
with fresh spider webs spun stem to stem.
The room rises with the toasting of bread,
a stick of butter puddling in a dish, a knife
at rest, burgundy apples ready to be halved,
a pint of blueberries bleeding on the counter,
and little more than this. A nail in the wall
with a pair of disembodied jeans, a red jersey,
and shoes embossed by the bones of my feet
and years of walking. I sit down to breakfast
over the nicks of a pinewood table and I am,
for a moment, not afraid of being no more
than what I hear and see, no more than this:
the echo of bird songs filling an empty vase,
the shadow of a sparrow moving through
the shadow of a tree, disturbing nothing.


from Directions to the Beach of the Dead
Copyright 2005 by University of Arizona Press



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3 thoughts on ““No More Than This, Provincetown” by Richard Blanco

  1. Brian Dean Powers

    This poem is more formal than is typical for Blanco. I love the closing image: “the shadow of a sparrow moving through the shadow of a tree.” It reads like a line from the Tao Te Ching.


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