What
What moves the legs when it is no longer I?
What causes me to climb mountains into the sky?
What touches me on the shoulder
just before reaching the summit?
What is that heavenly glow
that I see just above it?
What loans me its strength when I have none left?
What gives me assurance when I should be bereft?
What forces the smile just after I’ve cried?
What gives me a lift? What gave me a ride?
What stood on the highway, what stood on the shore?
What gives us birth and opens the door?
What sanctions creation instead of destruction?
What gives us smooth sailing instead of obstruction?
What introduced us to our family
what gave us love?
What causes the sunshine to come from above?
What is this thing that set me free
and allows me to see that all is holy?
I do not know
or can not say
writing by a window
full of rain.