Two new poems

I’m incredibly pleased to have two poems up at the newly revived Killing The Buddha.

Blessed Are You, The Architect Who Shaped the Human Body With Wisdom

and

A Song of Spreadsheets

Teach us to number our days so we may attain a heart of wisdom

But failing that, teach us to number our numbers

to file our expenses, to back up the spreadsheet

with receipts, in case of audit and simply because

placing sheets of paper or specific numbers into

their exact right spot, the sorting and filing, the alphabet

and the sequence, soothes. May we bring order to the jumble 

and tumble of the logistics of life and of end of life. Teach us

to create phone trees and MOCHAs, runs of show, and time

tables, teach us to embed directions into the hyperlinks.

Grace us with the information we need, accessible when we need it

or when others do, and teach us to nest 

and label the folders so everything 

may be found again without a secret 

search string. Teach us the gentleness we need to unfold 

a hundred-year-old Ketubah to find the lost Hebrew 

name of Grandpa Irving, El-Chanan, and or Grandma Rose, 

Rachel, both concealed in the crease and in our inability

to decode. These letters as obscure to us as the Psalms themselves

which, thankfully, come already numbered so we may again

sort ourselves into an order, any order better than none, better

than the crumbling order around us, the bones of our enemies 

– and their wills – uncrushed thus far. But we are not forsaken

because we have the blessed order of two axes – the Y and 

the X, and boxes unending

and may we say

Amen.