You Know Who You Are

You know who you are:
The finest coffee in the jar,
Whose ideals are an open boat
Upon a sea to a distant sand bar.

You must come close
To the hoi polloi
And do so with humility,
Not only to deploy

Your goodness
And your influence
But to learn from them,
To relax in their tents.

There’s a natural health
It flows through the veins
Of body and soul
Of the riders of trains

With their iPhones and eyes closed,
And the wheels and p.a.
And the payments and mail,
What’s Up and Friday,

Because your ideas
And fermentation
Have rattled you so,
Disturbed the calibration.

You have the light
Unmitigated, inside
Your bones justice
And truth, wide

Seascapes perfumed
By damp and salt,
And you are exalted
By that which you exalt.