ON REMOTE

On remote feeling insecure
not emoting fearsome coercion
being with a besotted T.V. crew
of lettered coated college students
in their sorority and fraternity
from a local university
who arrive early on the movie set
in their own jotted down fantasy
promoted by uncorked wine glasses
and spinach and cheese croissants
speaking in a fine Montreal French
who are making a necessary preview
featuring a small village
here at the bench and gate
on a poetry documentary mission
with their own insurgent film
knotted in a black and white
from an all seeing teleprompter
freely run by a library assistant
a former New York debutante
and intelligently cooperative too
as a confident language developer
very imprudent and framed
with a T.V. camera or two
and mass media references
is welcomed to my company
for an innocent engagement
in the internet lexicon
with a contrary granting ambition
they are asking me knowledge
at my own half century immersion
in study of Robert Frost's poetry
or about Sylvia Plath's estrangement
within a range of high privilege
as a creature on the snow
here in Bennington, Vermont
out from her arranged limo
ringing in
at a morning's stationary time
for a leisurely diversion and chat
wanting to pet my cat Amos
scattering across
his own path of fame
and success at climbing
on a ski loft earlier with me
under the enlightened sun
who is a person to recognize
in her own right to matter
will not have left me nameless
in my diary of daily erasure
near this icy glacier lake
curling here all day
and caresses me to be filmed
awakening tonight now famous.