Honest and over-dressed
I inhabit my three-piece world.
I wander at dusk
In the carpeted chambers
Where decisions are made
And I am the only humanist.
Here I am learning
To touch with the hands
And measure with the heart
The dimensions of the world
With its power and sadness.
I remain by vocation a teacher--
Wordy, articulate,
Philosophical
And sharing.
My soul dwells alone
In the high peaks of late afternoon,
And the sandy spaces of dawn.
My gaze is fixed on the horizon.
I love the wisdom
Of aspen autumn
And the happiness
Of amber meadows.
I am a man of the mind
Wandering barefoot
By the light of my tradition.
Today,
I am witnessing
The beginning of my life,
But I kneel and worship alone.