Wednesday night I had the honor of sharing poems “in praise of the earth” with seven beautiful and talented Santa Cruz poets. Here’s one of the poems I read.
The Hunger That Crosses the Bridge Between
The physicist studies photons and particles,
while the seeker watches the sweet pea blossom
and waits at dawn for the hummingbird to sip its nectar.
What brings us to our knees before the altar of the holy?
In the darkness below ground,
what stirs inside the seed of the sweet pea?
In the moment when you strike the match,
what calls fire out of the sulfur tip?
It’s the physics of desire,
and God writes the equation for its fulfilling
in every place we might look.
(Title from Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass)