Points of Clarification

And though I say here sorrow beguiles me
     I lose no sleep;
and though I say our country’s journey is one long rigmarole 
     its villages and ridges are succulent and sweet;
and though I say here “Watch me now! Watch me!”
     truly I’m shy as stage curtains, demure as tiny cups of espresso;
and though I quote Wordsworth, Zagajewski, and Dao 
     I come from gunshots and beatdowns, raw and dirty:
  The day was mild, the light was generous;
and though I’ve said in the past: I wear / September on my face, /
        which is eternal, I treasure, too, June mornings soaked
     in song, July’s fevered cauldron wilting us like seared spinach;