I spent my afternoon With grandchildren. Our faces in soft sunlight Touch the moment -- A single large moment, A lot larger than Religion, nations, and All lesser interpretations Of love and history. We pursue more Agreeable mystery, Touch a single moment, That is the world And accept no substitutes.
After rain, in The exhalation Of flowers, there Is, in those Hours under dawn, A smell, an Enfleurage of Oils from New weeds and Seedlings in Soil, a word-- Not only a human Word, larger, Quieter to contain A voyage of The soul, turned In dark and Light, made whole.
What withdraws and Rises new on old Stock conserves, Keeps all life informed. Laws alloyed in Living rock as A planet warmed Drew in crags and Curves each involuted Fall, division, Everything upon An improbable Idea, spring.