Years in coming
but seen now
in spurts
is that the dance of divine energy
(That is just everything)
as far as we can feel and see and smell and lick
is my play dough queendom,
when I arrive at the preschool table
equipped with my able hands
and lively visions
(when I’m not distracted by self-made confusion).
i sit with my boisterous classmates
and we build the world
side by side
in tiny chairs.
We take potty breaks
and breaks for snacks,
but we eventually learn
to make every moment
holy with our attention
and allowance for the flow of joy
through our connected separate.
We have freedom to not,
but also pointing toward,
the seriousness of staying loose
with our wisedom to never marry
any moment or mourn the loss
of any joy.
Courage here is gathering
for holy sleep
and holy tea
and holy walks
and holy conversations with plants and chocolate and blankets
and traffic noise and headaches, too,
holy holding still
holy inner smile
bowing for what is here
giftedly seen through eyes that work
and brain can that can decipher
for now
and a tongue that can stop moving
until the words arrive.