Sky

Beyond the beyond and its beyond--

I try to look at the sky at least once,

each day, sometimes at night,

when stars are in flight; sometimes the moon

suspended up there, as if presiding

over this wandering planet, waning,

satiny white, saffron, blood red.

I feel that the universe is the last mystery:

unsolvable, and somehow that comforts me.

Ground

The earth invites us to commune;

to till it, to amend it, to crumble it

in our hands. Clay, sand, silt, loam,

its varieties seem endless--

yet it is merely ground, holy ground I'd say.

Soil provides, nourishes, drinks the rain,

absorbs the sun, nudges growing things.

Facing one another, the sky and the earth

endure, ageless, new miracles every day.

Look up; look down, as much as we can.

The firmament and the soil upon which we tread,

change constantly, yet endure

age after age after age.