Sunday morning, September 18,2022 at 12: 25 a.m.
A street light, early morning, just prior to dawn,
close by our home; then Venus and Mars shining
brightly, bright stars they are though letting me know—
you, speck of dust, you; I accept; speck of dust.
That kind of humility a kindness, a blessing. Like Latin
said at mass, prayer, 'Dominus vobiscum. Et cum spiritu tuo.'
God bless, whatever, whenever it happens to be; and,
no, not god-wrought. Not all at. No god. Just dust all.
Dust. From the universe formed. You and I. Your, mine,
everyone's. Our times and places. So many people. Thank you,
universe. You are all, whatever we take you to be; here, there,
everywhere. I am so thankful for everything. Just glad to be here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem