Address to Humility Humility, you bobble-head doll you laughingstock of Wall Street grit in the slick gears of progress Here you pop up on this quiet rise above the hyper city like a bowing monk passing out lifesaver donuts Humility, I just climbed a very steep hill for you I am breathless sitting on a crumbling stump the clover all green in happy heart shapes at my feet and a tree I don’t know the genus of is beside me vertical strips of bark peeling down in tendrils accepting the order of its kind Humility, you appear as confounding as this rusty can decaying on the trail All forms and falls apart it says Please help me reach your proffered hand while I feel some degree of thirst a slight peekaboo of readiness
Jean Biegun’s poetry has appeared in numerous journals, anthologies, and art exhibits. In 2022, her chapbook Hitchhikers to Eden was published, she received a Pushcart Prize nomination and the Christine Award for Best Prose Poem of 2021 (Easter Iowa Review). Work has been in Amethyst Review, Soul-Lit, As Above So Below, Time of Singing and other spiritual poetry journals.
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