this is a word
your creative writing teacher
might say is too much a cliché for a poem

but consider the care worker
helping the elderly
it might only be a job
but it might be a calling

the nurse on the sixth floor
where you might live or you
might die
her activity might be a job
or it might be a calling

oh unfolding by the sacred
all I have is a pen
and paper
thank God I now
realize
it is a calling

the solar system
can exist without the "laws"
the laws cannot exist without the solar system

a child watching
the shoeing of a horse
cringing with each blow
of the hammer
to the nail
being driven
further and further
into its hoof
waiting for a protest
and calling to its owner
I learned that solid hoof
ran deep
the horse acting
a little intruded upon
and I relieved,
but feeling for
this intrusion