I sit at the feet of the universe
and beg to be tutored.
Teach me, I say, to let fruit
ripen before I reach for it,
to wait for sunlight to push
its brightness out
to paint the shining skin.
Let me not merely taste
but savor long and deep
the tartness and the sweet,
the subtle blend beyond,
to marvel at the miracle
of what a seed can do.
Train my body to sit still
long enough to see
beyond the horizon,
perceive the light
hidden in darkness,
to embrace, not fear,
the dark beyond the light.
Instruct me in my own
insignificance, then teach
me not to care, to know
I am a speck in the cosmos
and yet it fits within my mind.
Ask me the hardest questions,
and hide the answer key. Test
me with questions that
have no answers, then show me
how to accept my ignorance,
rest in uncertainty.
Parse for me the difference
between alone and lonely.
Help me face my demons,
tame them, know them
as my teachers, turn
them into friends.
