My mind stops, one foot
in the air, its antennae
waving, nose waffling.

Look what emerges
from caverns not my own for
now in my keeping.

Let me be open-
mouthed attending each moment:
This temple. This life.

Listen to a conversation about this poem on the Reformed Journal Podcast.

Photo by Kiwihug on Unsplash

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