Sabbath

 

Just for an hour

on a Spring morning,

give up being right.

The earth won't disappear.

You will.

Not being of the world

refreshes the meadow.

Just for an hour,

lie fallow.

Or even for a breath

allow the golden

swamp cabbage,

the shy forest

trillium to fill

your absence with joy.

Be irrelevant.

Let snowdrops

flower without you.