The first felt air on the body
is a baptism, the way the sky,
foregrounded by horizons –
north, east, south, and west –
is holy communion, the whispered
urgency – “Take me as I am or lose
me forever!” the holiest of holy language.
The world and time are sacred
and we are in both offered
the only salvation that makes
any sense -- Nature never saying, “Guilty”
but only, “Come unto me.”
-Byron Hoot
