I came upon him and he is
Startled; he glides
To the rock’s rim; he wheels, setting in motion
The stripes of his body, yet not going
Anywhere. And, though the books say
It can’t e done, since his eyes are set
Too far apart in the narrow skull, I’m not
Lying when I say that he lifts his face and looks
Into my eyes and I look back until
We are both staring hard
At each other. He wants to know
Just where in this bright, blue-faced world
He might be safe. He wants to go on with the
Flow of his life. Then he straightens
His shining back and drops
From the rocks and rockets through
The tangle of weeds, sliding, as he goes, over
My bare foot. Then it vanishes
Into the shade and the grass, down to
Some slubby stream, having
Startled me in return. But there is a
Small matter. What I would speak of, rather,
Is the weightless string of his actually soft and
Nervous body; the nameless stars of its eyes.
They say it can’t be done. We humans, cannot look into the face of other beings, and see the stars of the universe. We cannot look into own demise and know that we are all descended from the death of stars. We cannot see that each hatching and birth brings an inherent worthy being into this world, a star. We cannot live in peace.
I am of the dissenter church for I say it can be done. We meet in that nailed together Hodge podge of someone else’s garbage that you find on urban littered streets, in oil sludged waterways, in razed forests, and in orphanages and gangs that harbor and harm children. There our witness says that if flowers can bloom amongst the garbage, then we know that the stars look favorably upon us, not from above, but through the eyes of another. What I mean to say that to look at tree, flower, child, or snake is to look in a mirror and see glory. I say we can live in peace.
For today, breathe in with me peace, and then breathe out with love. If we can do this in one breathe, we may do it in many.