Minneapolis Breakfast

May the sky arising so blue behind these faces lined with fear,

these facades of lonely blinded worry, arising now inside

these several tables in a small café frenetic waiters clattering

cups of coffee plates of scrambled eggs hash browns

crispy brown,

 

may this sudden sky this exploding arc of silence so blue radiate love

throughout this room through every cell of them of you of me in

forever’s presence, such replenishment behind mundane screens

 

of anxious separateness, now grace unbidden how astonishing this

arc of wondrous kindness, infinite infinite in our earth-quaked

morning’s broken fast.

 

When all of reality was for this moment seen at last

unspeakably good immeasurably vast, a dove

 

in free flight

                                                                                       

and blue so blue so blue