One of my favorite poems
prescribes the elimination
of reverence.
I generally
have agreed
with myself
on this.
But now
I agree
sideways.
Reverence needs
several studies,
deconstruction,
severe, muddy looks.
A reverence book,
heavily edited.
I guess this is why
religions
read
themselves.
Starting from nothing
was never really
an option.
Foreclosed after
sight after
birth.
So I need to take
a closer look
at the future
at the past
at the concepts
I left in the ditch
with my dishes
when I threw out
all that bathwater.
I already hold
like a fragile beautiful egg
poems well.
My son,
also.
I think plants,
walks,
food,
and people,
every person,
I could hold
them too
as if they
were filled
with the cosmic meaning
I should actually seek.
Roman Ryan 