Mind Dances

Stand in Awe

Pay attention to the dance 

of dust as it worships

in a shaft of light, 

to hymns of wind 

and housefly wings,

soup-pot incense, 

asphalt altars.

 Revere the symmetry 

of pine groves and 

fence posts, 

little girls holding hands, 

book spines lining shelves.

At the holy commotion 

of playground, the liturgy 

of marketplace, bare your

head. And bend the knee 

to sacred rainbows 

shining from horizons 

and puddles and fish scales.

For mountains and anthills,

for galaxies and grains of

sand, stand in awe. 

Always stand in awe.