An Inside Job

 

An Inside Job

(“Then Philip opened his mouth and, beginning with this scripture passage, he proclaimed Jesus to him.” Acts 8:35)

With their hair full of waves and an ocean that swells
they dove into their day like seals paddling upriver
following the chum.
They had not played so well in days.

Remember, there is a pebble in your pocket and
summer in your eyes. Remember when we realized
it had been an inside job all along?
Remember how we gazed and wondered at
the way the hills knew the words to every song.

With their interior design and a moveable feast
they gave away everything just to have more.
They followed the sun.
They had not been so rich in years.

Remember, there is a penny in your pocked and
sunrise in your eyes. Remember when we realized
we were connected all along?
Remember how we stared and wandered for
days like the spirit does, like a song without words.

With their reading glasses and pointed questions
they swam away their pain like swans in serenity.
They chose not to run.
They had not rested so well in weeks.

And the days began and the evenings ended,
the questions were asked and answered well-intended,
the tide rose and the tide fell,
the winds looped and the—

Stillness welled up
within the few who
took the time to listen.