Cup Overfloweth
Squatting on a stone ledge atop these great cliffs,
I feel the truth,
of the soaring seagulls,
the wind,
this ink,
my own impulses and inclinations,
of all that I am disinclined toward and that which disinclines me toward it,
of my analyses and paralyses,
of yes and no
and of no when I meant yes and yes when I meant no,
of the gashes in the rental car’s hubcap,
and of the curb I ground it against,
of the fine I may have to pay,
and of my resentment about that, and of the fear underneath it,
of the suffering I make up for myself, and the amusement, too,
and of the suffering that is more real than made up,
and of my wondering about suffering.
The wonder, I feel it,
along with these whiffs and glimpses of truth,
a faint shiver,
the gentlest brush almost unfeeleable, but I feel it now,
that I could live a moment,
this moment,
atop these cliffs,
that I could see clearly sometimes,
and sometimes not at all,
that I could love a woman with my chin,
and bless my brothers with my hands,
and praise all women and men with my unceasing song,
and the earth,
that I can rest in what I bless,
that I am resting in blessing.
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