Pay it forward, right? That’s really what life
is all about; and so we stand under
stars by a fire in freshly fallen night,
darkened by calamities that plunder
our caches of hope like a furry blight
of squirrels laying siege to the feeder
we keep full for birds. Pay it forward, right?
Don’t be surprised if the tip is bigger
than the bill; gratuity is the height
of economics, the fair twin sister
of justice, the beloveds both of Christ,
eternal Mary’s and Martha’s who were
and are his cosmic company, flashbacked
and fast forwarded on our vigil track.