Inheritance

You didn’t have to turn so many things into other thingsWater to wine, darkness to lightThe foal to the gazelle, the seed to the aspen treeYou didn’t have to create anything let alone meNow let it beLet the long roads run down to lilac pathsLet the red trucks sputter out of gasLet the animals rest lolling in the grassFeasted full of insectsLet the night turn stars to iceWhich fall down like scattered riceInto an empty bowl.Let the sky be a cautious blanknessWhere every canvas is washed paintlessLet everything raving gentle its way to ruinsLet what was matter no longer beThe source of your gloryLeave it to me,the new steward, the lost priestLeave it all to me and I’ll let it go free