Blessed is the yellow-eyed goat
which put its face against the car window
and stared at me this morning.
It frisked away so delicately -
grace in a dusty street.
Blessed is the red-tailed lizard,
in motion sinuous as flame,
now still as stone in the courtyard sun.
Blessed are the termites,
whose cupboard kingdom
extends through things we've left behind -
snapshots, letters, faded urgencies.
They devour the past.
They crawl toward the future.