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

with purpose. 


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.