Let it Be A Sky - Erin Geesaman Rabke

[Larry Robinson]

Let it Be A Sky
 
Do you feel astonished at your great luck just to be here?
To have breakfast?
Maybe two eggs and buttered toast.
Maybe good hot coffee.
Maybe there’s running water that flows at any temperature you like.
Maybe you’ve forgotten
what miracles these are.
 
Perhaps there are spices resting in your cabinet
that used to require a months-long sea voyage to obtain.
Peppercorns. Cinnamon. Saffron. There they sit.
So quiet, almost as if it’s not extraordinary.
 
Maybe the sun is shining on your old wood floor
or glowing through a dirty window.
Perhaps a sprinkle of snow falling from a pine branch
is illuminated by a shaft of light.
 
The miracles are everywhere.
Look how many ancestors shine
through your aging hands.
 
Just think.
Right now you could be riddled with cancer.
Or a car crash could be in the works.
Or perhaps a great earthquake soon to erupt.
 
Or you could live for decades,
days full of breakfast, running water,
sunlight, pepper, cinnamon.
 
Those stones giving extra gravity to your heart?
Lay them down in the Great River of Grief.
It flows forever.
It softens everything.
 
And while you’re here
don’t miss the miracles.
 
Let your heart be a leaping dolphin.
At least sometimes.
 
Let it be an opening rose.
Let it be a deep rooted tree
growing between worlds.
 
Let it be a sky with room for it all.
 
 
	- Erin Geesaman Rabke

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