If the sun didn’t shine, then all
Of the asteroids would not shine,
The planets, and at home the silver
Shining on the timberline.
The wheels turn because of the motor,
And the driver follows a map,
Everything acts as it should,
The milkweed and the thunderclap.
Know, faithful heart, that all
That you do is rewarded. The bikers
Have left the road, the Grand Canyon
And Death Valley swarm with hikers,
They are rescue teams, they carry
Compresses and tourniquets,
But you who consider scripts and moons,
Who think with and without alphabets,
Will always have your cabin, so
Never cease your examination
Of the soil, your study of
The wind, the secret observation.
Yaacov David Shulman