by Jess Costello
after Mary Oliver’s “The Summer Day”
I am that grasshopper.
My complicated eyes dart between triumphant trees
seeking blades of green on which to land.
You watched me go about my life
as if I held the answers to yours
as if you were so busy being busy you forgot the power of
I need no words to pray.
By lifting my wings,
by lowering my eyes
I arrive in the unending symphony of the divine.