Posted in Uncategorized, tagged being alive, food, pumpkin on November 22, 2020| Leave a Comment »
Praise the pumpkin
with its orange flesh—
how it softens
and sweetens as it cooks.
Praise the way it lends
its rich and earthy density
to pie and bread, curry and soup.
The body responds
with a something akin to joy—
tethered by humble pleasure
to exactly this moment,
as if a flavor could help us
know god—
as if a taste could help us
become who we are.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged being alive, poem, poetry, search on June 17, 2015| 1 Comment »
but when we are done walking
may we continue to walk, though
our legs become sand, though there
are dunes in our breath. The voice
of water becomes clearer then,
rises out of the world as if it were
always there, we just couldn’t hear it
over our own exclamations and fervent
whisperings. And the thirst that lasted
our whole lives, how soon it is satisfied.
What to do then but to keep on walking,
not out of thirst, but because this
is what we have come here to do.