Start at the beginning of now
to deal with the beginning
of the long ago
that got stuck
no refuge found.
And the playing.
The children have truly arrived in the new land,
I can ask for help.
I can pray
Dear divine place and thing and possibility and holder
and dear dear
Dear microscopic knower of the handbag of the photon
What you got in there?
What you got?
Potential in a little photon’s handbag.
Standing there at the little photon bus stop –
looking up at the sun above the little photon buildings
little photon birds flying past
like a sweet whistle of a memory.
On photon street, here comes the bus,
here comes the photon bus driver.
Here is the photon bus pass displayed,
that little photon photo ID.
Dear divine speck,
May I feel you,
may I experience the wondrous sensation of your movement,
tiny universal packet of power shooting through me
en route through my little city of wonders,
my gathering of souls of patience
and humour and play.