Prodigal
Scientists say light
is both a wave
and a commodity.
How much would you pay to see,
if you couldn’t choose what?
How much to close your eyes again?
A person disappears
mid-stride on the street.
It must be an act of God.
Or maybe everyone
looked away.
Mystics say God never mastered
economies of scale.
Efficiency experts agree:
most of creation
is wasted effort.
The sun blazes on dead planets.
A Wichita cloudburst
soaks everyone.
Farmer prays,
cow chews grass
again.
If I were holy,
I’d turn prodigal
and spend my day with the dandelion,
drinking the sun.
Being profane,
I have two cups of coffee
and thirty minutes of talk
with tedious neighbors
while the dandelion’s roots
hold the world together.
It’s good to see them.
— Bryant Jacobi
4/1/25
(NaPoWriMo 2025 Day 1)