BROTHER AND SISTERS

 

There are trillions of members –

stones and bowls and papers on desks.

It’s a secret society

that all things belong to.

The earth sees sister planets

and brother stars spinning together.

All the pencils in drawers

praise the trees they came from,

and all the erasers are satisfied

to slide across pencil marks.

He prays at the shrine of life:

show me my sisters

in the clothes in my closet,

my brothers in bagels and jam.