Glory

The autumn aster, those lavender ones,and the dark-blooming sedumare beginning to bloom in the rainy earthwith the remote intensity of a dream. These thingstake over. I am a glorifier, not very high upon the vocational chart, and I glorify everything I see,everything I can think of. I want ordinary men and women,brushing their teeth, to feel the ocean in their mouth.I am going to glorify the sink with toothpaste spat in it.I am going to say it's a stretch of beach where the foamrolls back and leaves little shells. Ordinary peoplewith a fear of worldly things, illness, pain, accidents,poverty, of dark, of being alone, of misfortune.The fears of everyday life. People who quietly and secretlybear their dread, who do not speak freely of it to others.People who have difficulty separating themselvesfrom the world around them, like a spider hangingoff the spike of a spider mum, in an inland autumn,away from the sea, away from that most unfortunate nationwhere people are butterballs dying of meat and drink.I want to glorify the even tinier spiders in the belly of the spiderand in the closed knot of the mum's corolla, so this is likelyto go on into winter. Didn't I say we were speaking of autumnwith the remote intensity of a dream? The deckle edge of a cloud:blood seeping through a bandage. Three bleached beech leaveshanging on a twig. A pair of ruined mushrooms. The incumbentsnow. The very air. The imported light. All autumn strugglingto be gay, as people do in the midst of their woe.I met a psychic who told me my position in the universebut could not find the candy she hid from her grandkids.The ordinary fear of losing one's mind. You rinse the sink,walk out into the October sunshine, and look for itby beginning to think. That's when I saw the autumn aster,the sedum blooming in a purple field. The psychic saidI must see the word glory emblazoned on my chest. SecretlyI was hoping for a better word. I would have chosen for myselfan ordinary one like orchid or paw.Something that would have no meaning in the astral realm.One doesn't want to glorify everything. What might I actually saywhen confronted with the view from K2? I'm not sureI would say anything? What's your opinion?You're a man with a corona in your mouth,a woman with a cottonball in her purse,what's your conception of the world?