![Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of all the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life - Giorgos Seferis
A hut may be a granary, a mansion a desert
Where are the books piled Dagwood deep
Where does your mother read you to sleep
Where do the mangoes of the South and the spices of the East mix in feast](https://i0.wp.com/www.neilmeili.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/Edible-Books.jpg?resize=600%2C600)
Edible Books
![Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of all the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life - Giorgos Seferis
A hut may be a granary, a mansion a desert
Where are the books piled Dagwood deep
Where does your mother read you to sleep
Where do the mangoes of the South and the spices of the East mix in feast](https://i0.wp.com/www.neilmeili.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/Edible-Books.jpg?resize=600%2C600)
Third in the series of five Thanksgiving poems from Leaflet: a poem progression. Written in Austin Texas, Thanksgiving 2014, re-celebrated, Canadian Thanksgiving 2020
ZEN AGAIN
Before enlightenment
chop wood haul water
After enlightenment
the body still grows old
More water must be hauled
– hydration is important
More wood will be needed
the cold wants to be your lover
worm its way
into your
ever more porous bones
Write about it
as fast as you can
before your stories fall into the holes