the world is as it is
because
we followed the rules,
did as we were trained

used ‘best practices’
rather than love
or our higher brains

what if
(at first for just a half an hour a day,
until our long-domesticated hopes
recall the taste of it)

we tell each other,
tell our disbelieving selves

that in the quickening of that slower time
our highest aspirations
are the rules

our longings are the compass
and the map,

the light that knows
and shows the next small step,

the whispering seed
that knows it is a tree

and we are free
to hear each still-small voice

— September 4, 2017 / April 29, 2022