Of This World

Out of dryer fuzz and dust bins 
words work a world
of contrast and contradiction;

of mountain peaks
and impermanent desert seeps,
the indulgence of human emotion;

hope and despair, 
beauty and dereliction, rapine and war.
Nor is this one man’s disease,

but shared release
among humans of what humans feel.
And no big deal,

beyond resuscitation of goodness
despite annealed
greed and self-interest and anger

and the muted sweets
that come in the shape of hunger,
and what is held highest: 

the word of love, 
something we know little enough of,
thus, of course, don’t trust.