Each Day

each day

.

each day has its own death, birth, redemption

its poetry, its Fall

we die daily

some little disappointment rattling

or some tangled, scrambling fall among thorns

we glimpse a zenith at nightfall

when the moon is brightly midair

or at midday

when we drink cold water from a hose

there is reunion and congregation

woven in and out

a prayer shawl that is wrapped and unwrapped

one strand left loose is pulled

until all is undone

unraveled again in a sleepless pile

we tremble until morning

until resting, we breathe a few moments more