Like an Entire Beach

​Like an entire beach
Of sleeping figures,
Sometimes just you, one
Folk, overcome by rigors,

Feel faint. Being 
Spiritual, you fill
Your spiritual wheels,
You caulk your spiritual domicile.

Instead, feed your body,
Tweak, oil your muscle
(In the pre-New Year cool,
The drying leaves rustle),

And your spirit will arise,
Clap its hands, blink its eyes,
Filled with light and life,
Take the world by surprise,

Run the beach, the whole affair,
Put everything in proper order,
Arrange the meetings, set the chairs,
And fix the crossings at the border,

As light streams gleaming
In the aisles, sweet
And confident, and you sing upon
A sun-bleached city street.