If one injuncts another to pray without ceasing,
rather than taking offense at being told what to do
raise a glass and say, Cheers. Consider yourself
a fiber artist weaving threads with every painting
you hang on your walls; if the colors clash
the red chicken will peel itself off the blue paint
and begin to strut around the kitchen daring
anyone to pick it up and place the bird
back on its canvas roost. Some might view
this strange occurrence as a meal
in the manner of all who hunger
for the strippings from easy marks,
simple do-gooders and granola eaters;
ogrish brutes will always be brutes.
Tonight, there will be those hoping to rest
safely on the frozen ground to get a glimpse
of Jupiter and Mars kissing in the starlight,
each amazed that distance, and crossing distance,
means everything to a universe creating
more and more space between itself
in every lonesome moment.
A Thread You Follow 