BROTHER AND SISTERS
There are trillions of members –
stones and bowls and papers on desks.
It’s a secret society
that all things belong to.
The earth sees sister planets
and brother stars spinning together.
All the pencils in drawers
praise the trees they came from,
and all the erasers are satisfied
to slide across pencil marks.
He prays at the shrine of life:
show me my sisters
in the clothes in my closet,
my brothers in bagels and jam.