For We Must Live in This World

To get close to the heavens, we have one option:
We can claim a mountain, stone by stone,
(the tablets were made of stone)
Or we can fix prayers to the door posts
And cover the crowns of our heads
as if asking watchful hand to hold us -
arm like a tether, straight to the sky.
We hang our thoughts of God upon concretes,
around our necks; our fingers play
in the tassels of our truthful costumes,
twisting them, feeling the little tickle of their swing
as we walk about the world
And the necessity of movement rearranges them.
We have one option: to live in the world,
to live in the body, to grow by kisses
with what seems other. It is (we are)
all a part of the great command to learn, live.