Updated: Nov 25, 2020
I haven’t asked him for his number
because now I am known,
now the I-I-I
am afraid,
now I am up there
on the raggedy cross
with Christ:
no longer unimaginable
(so a little breathless),
no number, no doubt
and queer the
is
space in which we
our
see selves.
The road to Damascus took me
to Baltimore.
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a