Who can ascend
The woman who ate photographs
The boy who cried wolf
The man in the moon
They who chew cud
She who loves Yaz
The Moon Goddess who steals night
The dog that sniffs grass
The bird who sings spring
The priest who sits still
The man who kneeled
That man was then exiled
That man was then liberated
The fox who knows how to den
The women who bears witness
The bear who builds dreams
The poet who sings dreams
The man who ate coffee shops
The singer who created Mississippi
The kid who skips rooftops
The naked mole rat who shines
Mr. Nice Guy who knows a shadow
Easter Bunny who comes around
Santa who watches (!)
Goddess who dances night
The one who walks and walks
The red panda who tickles us
The dude who sings in the shower
The miller from that song.
The miller down the street.
The prairie, deeper than you know
The woman who eats poetry
The woman who eats photographs
The women who eats pop art
Who are we who are so lucky to live in such a world?
Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? Or who shall stand in his holy place? There is no one but us. There is no one to send, nor a clean hand, nor a pure heart on the face of the earth, nor in the earth, but only us, a generation comforting ourselves with the notion that we have come at an awkward time, that our innocent fathers are all dead-as if innocence had ever been…. But there is no one but us. There never has been. Annie Dillard
