My Routine


I have a routine, a list of tasks

Which I follow and do every day.

I am not rigid about my routine, my tasks—

But I am faithful to them just the same.

Here it is and here they are:

Wake, walk, pray, eat,

Leave, capture a creature holding beauty

Or prompting me to turn into myself

Or more deeply into creation’s beauty—

Return, much as my father would return from the hunt, and

Laying out the three squirrels on the old table

Against the wall of the old house,

Would marvel at creation’s beauty.