I Can Worship You I Can Worship You I can worship You But I cannot give You everything. If you cannot Adore This body. If you cannot Put your lips To my Clear water. If you cannot Rub bellies With My sun. The Love of Bodies Dearest One Of flesh & bone There is in My memory Such a delight In the recent feel of your warm body; Your flesh, and remembrance of the miracle Of bone, The structure of Your sturdy knee. The softness of your belly Curves My hand; Your back Warms me. Your tush, seen bottomless, Is like a small, Undefended Country In which is grown Yellow Melons. It is such a blessing To be born Into these; And what a use To put Them to. To hold, To cherish, To delight. The tree next door Is losing Its body Today. They are cutting It down, piece By heavy piece Returning, With a thud, To The earth. May she know peace Eternal Returning to Her source And That her beauty Lofty Intimate With air & fog Was seen And bowed to Until this Transition. I send love And gratitude That Life Sent you (And her) To spend This time With me. After the bombing of 9/11, September 25, 2001 Excerpted from Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth: New Poems by Alice Walker All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
