Each day is a god. ~ Annie Dillard.
Each day, another chance
to lay bare the sacred.
Just yesterday magnolia’s
saucers spied upside down
between my down dog legs–
a surprise to find a blossoming there.
Today, unwanted rain streaming
down the tree’s notched trunk
where tears can’t reach.
Whatever comes–being
or compassion, red-bellied woodpecker,
a craving for dark chocolate
or a song shared by a friend–
remember to let go
to hold on
to take stock
whispering this humanity
straddling this presence.
