Today's Opposites

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Like Icarus I fly across the world
and “meet” a new friend
in Australia. Brother Lawrence also explores
mythic stories and his faith.
I visit with creatives over zoom
and build a community
outside of geography.
I access the knowledge of centuries
from a phone in my pocket.
I transcend space and time.
It is a blessing but only when linked with
the smallness of my life.
I watch the squirrel outside
gather leaves for her nest.
She puts them in her mouth and
runs along the tree limb.
Then disappears at the
top of the neighboring pine.
She works all day this way,
enhancing her home,
looking for seeds.
Her daily rhythm.
I too have rhythms of
laundry and dishes and groceries
and editing and journaling and poetry.
I’m happiest when playing on
a human scale –
moving in a tempo my great grandparents
would recognize.
Still, I love the new
miracles of science
and technology.
Even if I don’t understand
Ilia Delio and her reassurance that
AI will help us in our journey
toward Teilhard’s Omega Point.
These contraries
churn in me.
I want to be the hermit
silently weeding my garden.
I want to be the preacher
conquering algorithms
and engaging the world.
What a strange time of opposites.
I breath into them and know that
a third mystery
beyond
my comprehension
rises
like a seed in the ground.