This awkward speck of dust,
this universe, time, and every
act and thought
from mineral to man,
deposited in the library of my marrow.
I do not know what I know
it enters through another door,
disturbs my fragile understandings,
rattles my dinnerware and knocks
all my trophies off their shelves.
Breathed in loving madness,
revealed beyond the mind
and the shape of things.
Do not be betrayed
by philosophies and enlightenments–
all there is to be
was yours before you began.
~ from Breaking the Drought: Visions of Grace
(Larson Publications, 2007)
