Another Piece of Piety I Learned during a Walk

Sometimes I’m surprised
when I raise my hand
and feel the top—

how much my head
had to grow its own little vent
up there, without asking,
without offering me
even a look—

as if, in doing so,
the head was bowing
to the age,

for letting us play
a jolly part
in the lila,
the spheres’
cosmic
dance—

and thus,
way more piously
than with a tip
of a tilted hat.