i bent my head
and holding the others
waded into the dark
like a fearful wave
under the arms
a girl bent, clasped the bed
narrowed eyes until
even i could not see
we listened within
until all but a low moan
when i became aware
that the randomness
of this was all but
i felt my hands
clasping them like the others
sometimes we closed eyes
opening them too
until we were looking within
and no manner of looking
could find what we were looking
for
the wind,
i become aware
no longer has simply
the well of a nature
instead, it claims me
like angelic visitation
delicate but insistent
it has no energy
but its own
i bend to its gnaw
to the soul of its whirl
i am infused by less edges
feel the freedom uncontested
god cannot limit
god i whisper
and hear this awe
sigh
wind echoing wind
hal-lel-u-jah
i have knelt here before
while the innocence
of nectared breasts
cried hallelujah
i have seamed
the faint lines
on hands attached
and wondered where,
in fear, their homage
did mirror,
i have wanted, waned
and straightforward
head against the mooring
cried until god had left
and i was stilled
silent in the fancy
of early ache
i kneel again
undone by laterality
side to common side
substituting redemption
for the finality of judgment
the scary apocalypse
here jesus does not wait
nor beloved john
for but hades is replete
with this hoary tide
until hand to common hand
in reciprocal mimicry
we reveal the sign
of a night cry
untamed by its
savage predilection
she bequeaths the ends
to an early grave
its ambit rent by spade
like the earth
she is but dust
and then dust
until an early mourning
she is undetermined
and shallow as the gave
soon she will be rested
as auburn hair did once
upon a shore, new
her habitat an easy god
her grace the monotony
of aimlessness and unlike crystal rivers
this apocalypse will be earthward
to the gathered
and the heretics
wine to the fallen
and bread to the grave
the ferry
we stood waiting
the sea stood still
arms hung there
limp, lopsided
some with baggage linked
marked the bags
as souls gazed around
while others marked a spot
and fixed did silently set
their dull eyes on it
the ferry awaited us
older than sea
tainted by it
murmured, moaned
we crossed its frontiers
delivering ourselves
to its dark hold
i wondered
were we leaving
or arriving
