In the clouds you are a column
tall and *****,
my devotion is attached to the
ground.
I can only ponder earthly things,
forgive me if I compare your raiment
to the jewels on collar bones,
and if I compare the sky to a heaven
and the wormy ground to a foundation
where we lay earthly columns and
hold prayers.
Forgive me if my feet are clay,
for I see the stars,
the ground I can’t leave and
the earth and the sky kiss
and I will finish my days
and live a life hunched over
and humility will sweat from my
earthly brow.