The shiny car you drive is
going into the ground.
All the neighborhood trees are
going into the ground.
Buildings, all of them, are
going into the ground.
Your sofa and your dog are
going into the ground.
But soul — are you a soul
that won’t go into the ground?
What force can keep your essence
from going into the ground?
Suppose your body quits and
does go into the ground —
where will your soul then be?
My own says, “Here, right here.”
The love that makes life life is
dwelling in your here,
and all you ever gave is
coming back to your here.
Thing and thing and thing may be
going into the ground,
but where can your here ever go
except exactly here?