There Are No Rules

You are still there,
wherever living takes you.
If these words reach out like hands,
I cannot guarantee
they know bread from the rising,
from touching to crossing into this arrival.
I am nearly
missing the rules.
How we used to follow them
like they mattered,
breaking them only
when they were beginning to teach.
Ours was a sloppy learning,
no gift of knowing,
no reasons for attending.

from These Hands Are Not Ours (ESAW,2009)

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