The Shaker Threshold

The Shakers built

thresholds in their sleeping quarters

so that each room

could be swept clear

every day.

And the dustbin

could be hung up high

next to the broom.

Done,

done now,

Not in some God-forsaken future.

God lives in the daily dirt.

Forgiving,

forlorn,

but present.

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    This is one of the best poems I have ever written. A metaphysical. Maybe I could explain why I think that, but that would be…futile?

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