The Way Made Difficult

We can accept the silly parts
Of life as allegorical,
The way the faithful read scriptures

When forced to choose between nonsense
And a free interpretation.
Consider the soul of the cow

In Zoroastrianism.
But beauty and boredom defy
Easy rationalization,

The way to understanding them
Made harder by pedestrians
Who talk loudly, by buzzing flies,

By shades that shift continually,
The sparrow that lands on the bench
So near, then wings away from, me.

When I turn my head slowly, grace,
What I would like to see as grace,

Is the real, moss spring beside me.