Excerpt
I Can Worship YouI Can Worship You
I can worship You
But I cannot give You everything.
If you cannot
Adore
This body.
If you cannot
Put your lips
To my
Clear water.
If you cannot
Rub bellies
With
My sun.
The Love of Bodies
Dearest One
Of flesh & bone
There is in
My memory
Such a delight
In the recent feel of your warm body;
Your flesh, and remembrance of the miracle
Of bone,
The structure of Your sturdy knee.
The softness of your belly
Curves
My hand;
Your back
Warms me.
Your tush, seen bottomless,
Is like a small,
Undefended Country
In which is grown Yellow Melons.
It is such a blessing
To be born
Into these;
And what a use
To put
Them to.
To hold,
To cherish,
To delight.
The tree next door
Is losing
Its body
Today.
They are cutting
It down, piece
By heavy piece
Returning,
With a thud,
To The earth.
May she know peace
Eternal Returning to
Her source
And
That her beauty
Lofty
Intimate
With air & fog
Was seen
And bowed to
Until this Transition.
I send love
And gratitude
That Life
Sent you
(And her)
To spend
This time
With me.
After the bombing of 9/11, September 25, 2001
From the Hardcover edition.