Up to the Lintel

Subliminally sublime,
The moments of ignorance
Of the doings of others,

Of the mincing steps of time,
Of the heaped obligations
Of a responsible life—

Not maximally sublime,
Please god, not adventuresome
Or nobly influential,

No pose with a walking stick
On an awesome precipice,
No grand heroic flow state,

No stoicism either,
Disciplined Zen, the back straight.
Let us alone with this light,

Alone in your spare bedroom,
Anywhere bright you don’t want,
Calm that blooms and won’t end soon.