Sanctuary began this morning
when the first drop of dew
formed under the temple eaves,
offering a sense of beginning
without entering the holy of holies.
Throughout the world little men
prepare for the day by placing
stones on the ground, perfect
for unthought people who seek
to throw first without reaching.
The entrance to the silver mine
at the edge of town has been closed,
as nothing of value has been found
in those depths for persons to enrich
their looks or their lives.
A sense of beginning establishes
itself in the interior space behind
the purple curtain where the high
priest goes to ask for divine
intervention on behalf of the people.
And the people awaken once again
with sleep in their eyes and a lightness
to their steps stirring beyond the rooms
of intimating walls where once they
had only known themselves in dreams.
A Thread You Follow 