Morning Poem: A Response to Mary Oliver
(Written in San Francisco's United Nations plaza during Pride)
Every morning the world
is created. Here
the water shoots up from
layered rocks and returns,
journeying like me
to arrive.
Rainbows fly where most nations
unite, so I give thanks
for this place and hope
to soon make it mine.
What I really want
to know: Does your spirit carry
with it a thorn or is your nature
to be happy? Regardless, there is
somewhere in you shouting
that peace on earth is exactly
what you wanted! After all,
each orange sun and blazing
pond is a prayer lavishly
answered. So, give thanks each
morning--whether or not you ever
dared to imagine and request
the divine.
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