If you catch me looking down at
discarded masks and slimy butts,
trying to avoid stepping in the urban schmutz and debris…
Elbow me in the ribs,
point upward and outward
Remind me that salvation is
up in the horizoned hills
out in the bronzed breezes
in the grooved faces of seasoned comrade travelers
in the blissed out faces of nursing babies.
Then elbow me again and point inward
toward your heart and toward mine
Remind me that salvation comes from
Looking up, looking out, looking in, and looking within,
Beyond the schmutz and rot…
As we elbow-bump each other,
then elbow-bump with the Source of salvation
Seekers all.
