Writer Between Worlds

Have you completed the sacraments of life? 

Have you bowed to the April sunrise? 
Have you worshipped the brightness and the 
honeyed light 
dripping on the 
fresh leaves? 

Have you helped a blind mole across the gravel road 
and kept it safe from the fury of bikers? 
Have you touched bark or beetle and gladly stopped 
to give the right-of-way 
to snails? 

Have you released a lost wasp back into the wild 
instead of squashing it against 
your tainted windows 
thinking 
it's just plain stupid? 

Have you, like a high priest, celebrated the Mass of all 
new things alive 
and sultry with fragrance, 
have you lit fireworks and 
have you howled and shrieked? 

And have you defeated yourself to love another? 
Have you lent them your wings, 
your only pair, so they can fly 
away 
from you? 

Have you embraced your agony as though it was 
your most neglected child, 
your sweet disabled baby, your stillborn, 
still buried deep 
inside you? 

Have you believed in quantum entanglement? 
This unbreakable correlation: that once two particles 
become entangled 
they will remain connected even at 
the vastest of distances? 

And have you mourned something before it was gone? 
Have you stood there, staring, 
bleeding tears or crying blood because 
its passing looked inevitable 
from every angle?