He held the strawberry in his hand today
for more than two hours,
not eating it
just cradling it
gently
devotedly.
In India they say
that a guru is anyone
who shows you the truth.
And so it is that I bow at his feet again,
those little fat feet
hoping he will teach me the world as he feels it
pressing into him,
so bewitching
so new
every moment
the promise
of something ordinary
made holy
and pure.