I see or hear
something that more or less
Imbues me with delight,
that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.
It was what I was born for —
to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world —
to instruct myself
over and over in joy,
I am not talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant — but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, precious one, I say to myself, how can you help
but grow wise with such teachings as these —
the untrimmable light
of the world the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made out of loneliness?