To clarify and allow
For abundance, for revery.
To be permitted clemency,
A first, if not a second chance,
A taste, a glimpse, the sleight-of-hand
Of miracles and the obvious.
To see sky, gray and pearl, the jay
Blue in the copper beech, milkweed
Seed stalled in the haze, the wooden
Stairs cracked and sagging, and below
A zinc pail tipped over and spilling
A round pool that reflects the sky.
To take what is closest at hand
And set a story in motion.
Not to make something from nothing,
But, as at Cana, to be moved,
Even unwillingly, by need.
from Apocrypha
