sometimes watch your thoughts:
leaves floating by on a stream
other times, hunt your thoughts
down, be a predator
the witness knows which thoughts
pass, which to devour
in winter earth’s summer colors
fly into sky
a fleet sunset blooming, light
cultivating cloud
gold, purple, red—our color-hungry
eyes are fed
young moon brighter and brighter
in deepening dusk
the slim curve brimming with
night, someone bear witness:
three small birds swoop down to
drink the moon’s reflection
a dust mote in god’s light, call
it a galaxy,
a universe, call it me, how else
would god see?
whirl on tiny one, small world,
trust immensity
silent as sunlight, in this
timeless way I move
whose hands hold the strings that
pull the tides, rock my bones?
my feet are wind in the grass,
watch me disappear
beloved friends, the world ends
again and again
with each death, each year, each
turn of an ancient wheel
beginning takes fierce courage,
wild faith, here’s my hand.
