It took Bloomsday to bring me back to these pages.
If you’re reading this, I owe you deep thanks for keeping zenscribe in mind even without any sign of life and words here.
So with gratitude, I offer a poem from my forthcoming book, Here We Are, to mark Mr. Bloom’s never-ending day in Joyce’s Ulysses, that timeless story of everyone and everything, just as you are, just as it is, here and now.


Who you are
is waiting here
barefoot and speechless
unknown perpetually
in your sequence of tenses

Inverted-pyramid constructions
of why and how
you are here
miss what
rests always
not beyond

Sun still high and half the moon
chalked in
is where it starts and ends

Take it all along

You are
the whole story
and all of its parts