by Alicia Ostriker
To be blessed
said the old woman
is to live and work
so hard
God’s love
washes right through you
like milk through a cow
To be blessed
said the dark red tulip
is to knock their eyes out
with the sun of lust
implied by
your up-ended skirt
To be blessed
said the dog
is to have a pinch
of God
inside you
and all the other
dogs can smell it
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I’ve been hiking in the Santa Monica Mountains, often alone, with a guide far ahead.
To be blessed is to see the flag on the trail (which is the guide saying – follow me).
Love this poem, Jennifer. And the pictures, too. What a great way to begin the day. Thank you and happy trails to you!
Look at you!!
proud of you for doing hard things!
Love the poem and proud of you!