Old Tricks

The Art of Dying Well

First you try everything —

memory, gratitude, light.

The trees witness everything

and your braided heart

beats with advice:

let the world

surprise you.

I’m up to my old tricks — collecting words and lines from the nearest thing: cereal box, junk mail, horoscope and bookshelf. This poem is composed of titles from a stack staring at me while I drink my morning coffee.

For writers, readers and word believers, challenge is found at every turn: Write a poem with just six words! Write a letter that includes items from your grocery list! Rearrange these words and make new sense!

Toss me a word, a line, an idea — I’ll make a poem, a ponder, a piece. It’s all taunts and tricks, and these teasers stretch my writing mind and muscle. But mostly they usher me in to possibility.

Poetry is everywhere, says James Tate, it just needs editing.

My book title poem is created from these books: Dear Memory, First You Try Everything, Advice for Future Corpses, The Art of Dying Well, The Trees Witness Everything, A Braided Heart, Gratitude — and a line from horoscope author Holiday Mathis who recently urged Pisces to let the world surprise you.

The element of surprise, combined with attention, stirs the mind and sparks play. Word catching is the start. The rest is add, subtract, hold and release.

Poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,

they are sleeping. They are the shadows

drifting across our ceilings the moment

before we wake up. What we have to do

is live in a way that lets us find them.

— Naomi Shihab Nye, from Valentine for Ernest Mann

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