Treasure House




Rumi sends one ant
into a granary—
what a ludicrous happiness!
I’ve dragged you out here
to show you my single grain:
the whole morning world!

Wet from last night’s rain,
crystal jewels drip from every leaf;
bird calls fill my head full of ears,
a hundred cars whiz happily by
on their Monday way to work.

Step a few feet up the road—
here’s another seed in Our granary:
This one is yours—
the broad field full of morning fog,
the golden orb hovering over the  horizon,
the wide sky a heron, floating to Boughton Pond.

A billion of these grains
fill the little bowl of our town;
think of all the stars in the Milky Way,
in the universes unending.

Of course we dance like madmen;
the Beagle Boys have fallen into Scrooge
McDuck’s treasure bin,
and we are swimming and splashing together
in mountains and rivers of gold!