Refuge

Take refuge in this moment.

One lightning bolt of wonder

through the heart of a child

incinerates ten thousand

books of philosophy.

All the speeches of politicians

burn to tasteless ash

in the diamond eye of a lover.

A wild mushroom springs

from the manure pile,

pungent as the breath

of a dark angel.

There is no war in this meadow.

Stars long to fall here

and become wild crocuses

on a gold September morning.