6. Sinai (a poem)
I summit Sinai most every day
And make my home the Here and Now
To glimpse the Void and deeply bow
Sublimely dumb, no need to pray
I do not go because I should
Or carve on stone once and for all
To issue forth a judgment call
As if all time were made of wood
I go because I see my face
And sometimes must avert my eyes
Like naked love or pure sunrise
I sometimes squirm in its embrace
I peer over the crest of waves
And still don’t have my strong sea legs
When wavering still I toe the edge
And flirt with chaos all my days
With every crash, a vibrant spray
Shows splintered light thrown on the air
While standing here, I’m everywhere
The ocean in a jar of clay