Today we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of lambs.

How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.

How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken.

How people come from delight or the scars of damage, to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from
those who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those
who say “Look!” and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.