Calling

Rilke said one is a poet

if the soul withers without writing.

They say this about

any calling of the heart.

I wonder after mine-

what is my daily bread?

At times, I think it is to walk-

to let my feet pray

to  that blessed soil,

to let my thoughts

be swallowed in

the meditation of each small thing

that presents on the path.

Only then can I sit to write.

Only then can I teach

the lessons I have learned.