October 29, 2021
I think I may quit the church
Of trying to change the world now
Sit alone on my porch
Wrapped in a sweater
With my coffee and think of:
Nothing
For a while
Except the quiet saving of myself
Was I only ever looking for
A place to belong
A way to find meaning
To know it mattered that I had lived
Was I always only dreaming
Possibilities into imperfect places
To keep from feeling the sting
Of my own unholy need
I may just see if I can matter
Simply by being alive
The way trees worship
In a bold October blue
The way their leaves are
Fragile and incarnate
Exactly as they and the wind
Decide to be together
A brash glorious choir
Meeting in the sky
And I can’t remember
Why I thought I had to work so hard
To change something I already
Transform just by breathing
Just by being
