The Sacrament of New Toys

God is life.

God if play,

and this empty box

has turned into a temple

of curious movements

skating across the floor,

as the smells and bells

of paper ribbons

and a jingling ball

invite holy claws to

pry open fresh worlds.

Inside the immense sanctuary

of this unhurried present 

moment, everything 

that needs to be

far away is far away.

Everything that is 

at ease remains at ease.

Everything that doesn’t

resemble the daily bread

of another thread to chase

can wait until tomorrow’s

sight lines.