When every little scent's intense, intensity
itself grows tedious. Not every sensation
can be sensational if we wish to remain
whole and sane. Holy thoughts and sacred
sentiments should be consigned to holidays
where they belong, so that the mundane
and unremarkable might also grow.
I know a woman who can hear an ant
gnawing on a seed deep within a fissure
on a beam. This doesn't lead to rapture—
it causes pain. I take a walk around
the garden walls I've built as baffle
to the fascinating marvels of my life.