Do not doubt it with the limited view that separates ordinary from sacred. —Dogen
It is the human vocation to discover
the extraordinary in the ordinary – the body the blood
on the side of the road groundhog & elk
in the unmown grass, the deer
with its late-summer antlers & the open
window your voice singing along
with my selection of melancholy songs, perfect
for the sweet smoking of meats
& the writing of poems. Our longing
for home. Here is the hare, broken for us.
Here the bees, the snake & the lake
that overflows to the beach
behind the trees. Stop the car here, if you dare –
open the door & descend the stairs,
let the air kiss your skin,
the spray of waves –
let it take your very breath away
