A YOUNG SYCAMORE EXPLAINS IGNATIUS TO ME
God created human beings to praise, reverence, and serve God, and by doing this, to save their souls. God created all other things on the face of the earth to help fulfill this purpose.
- Ignatius of Loyola
I anticipate you each morning,
flip-flops dewed with grass
clippings. You murmur thoughts,
wrestle with kinks,
drip drops on my roots.
You worry I’m dead, but
my slick white stem hasn’t snapped.
Instead, I’m staring at your face
Once, the sprinkler arc encircled us.
Everywhere you looked, aureole of rainbow.
Miracle of geometry, angles of
light and spray. Miracles
in technology, how water is lifted and splayed.
And nature, the way I stand straight
to grow seventy feet above
your maple and ironwood canopy. If you don’t blink,
we remain haloed in color.
Step away and you will still praise
the orange of poppies, shimmering green
birch leaves and sapphire wings
weaving the thicket. In that twinkling,
I am fulfilled.
Matthew Miller teaches social studies, swings tennis rackets, and writes poetry - all hoping to create home. He and his wife live beside a dilapidating orchard in Indiana, where he tries to shape dead trees into playhouses for his four boys. His poetry has been featured in River Mouth Review, Club Plum Journal, Whale Road Review and Ekstasis Magazine.