All day I’ve walking around saying tamale pie
and we’re not even having tamale pie.
Pip’s nose on my knee.
The thick, creamy swirls of his fur.
On this the whole day depends.
What’s the difference between praying
and sitting in a chair?
There is no difference.
What’s the difference between praying
and walking in the woods?
There is no difference.
The stars, of course. Dreams. Trees.
All the lovely variations.