To a Young Thinker, or Sermon to Myself
Notice the man with three grocery bags
in each hand; compliment his skill
at closing the trunk with his belly.
Do not forget your body.
You are earth inhaling, exhaling,
mud imprinted with Godâ€™s face.
Do not forget the grass
which shares your source, and the leaves
dead on that vine. Look around you: all this breathing
earth, walking, godlike.
Do not forget the color
of egg yolks. Of telephone wires in rain.
Of lichen. Of bubble gum.
Do not forget how well
your skin covers you.
How warm anotherâ€™s palm is
on your shoulder blade.
Hear bird calls.
Remember the color of the lake
when light leaks
all over it at sunrise. Be awake
sometimes, on purpose
for sunrise. Trust the night;
it too is Godâ€™s. Learn quiet. Learn sleep.
Learn the names of your fears.
Remember the times when you are like a cello string
drawn awake, a held note throaty with longing.
Be honest about hunger. Practice hearing that note
in human beings. Pray them awake.
Notice your laughter.
What does your soul have to do
with grocery bags?
What is it?
to keep asking.