Hineini: A Poem for the Omer

I will walk the requisite path--
The one that begins here,
Right here
In front of me.
I have stared at its armored edge
for a small taste of
Forever.
Really--
It looks no different
From any other spot;
There is no demarcation,
No arrows or exes
To shout its beginning.

It is not a parade ground,
That bared-earth spot,
So there is no confetti.
It's just ground,
(as if ground were not 
Wondrous enough:
A place to stand
And catch your breath,
Which is the holy name of
God)
But it is merely ground
Holy ground,
Hard and empty.

I would prefer confetti.

I will walk the requisite path
On hard, bare ground,
Starting here--
Right here.
There is no there
Or I might take that one.
There always seems so much
More than,
And I feel its tug
So much more
Insistently.

But there is no confetti, and no
There.

So here
Is a good place to start.
And here I stand,
And wait to begin,
Wait to step
Into the
Infinite,
Because the infinite
Lies on hard, bare ground
Unfurled at my feet.
Here,
Not there,
Without fanfare
It waits,
Patient and ready
For my step,
My beginning.
Bending inwards,
Curving--
Twisting--
A double helix of
Infinite discovery
That begins--
And ends--
With a single step,
A single breath
That is the name of God
Here.