Supported and Surprised

Standing at the well-worn
crossroads like Bill
Murray in Groundhog
Day or John Kasich at
the DNC, I try to remember
once more what it is
I’m supposed to do.

How does this being
human thing work?
Something about
waiting and following.
Something about
just this one breath.

Nothing comes or
altogether too much
comes. I resist the rising
panic. ‘Slow down.’ I tell
myself, ‘There is
enough time and space
and love to fill even
the empty swirling
galaxies of your heart.’

‘Don’t wait or worry
or neglect any
thing—even the
smallest contains
the secrets you seek.’

(Who is the one who
speaks the words of
wisdom and encouragement?
Can I trust his shining
certainty and wild optimism?)

Beyond measure I live
blindly—constantly
supported and surprised
that even my incessant
complaint is woven
deeply into the sumptuous
brocade of this morning.